Forbidden Fruit Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Dressing? My foot! As if I haven't seen you naked before... Brielle, I don't know what it is, but it looks as if you are a different person. Brielle hates the sound of the harmonica; she hates instruments, but now you're playing the harmonica... Are you sure you're Brielle?" His eyes widened. "Brielle has a tattoo of my favorite fruit, an apple, on her back. I want to see it," Ken muttered, and Aurora shifted back.

Zach laughed darkly and slammed into me harder, leaning down to suck greedily on my tits. “We both know Tess is out there right now getting fucked by some random guy,” he growled, biting my nipple. “And I don’t give a fuck. I want to fuck and breed you. I’m going to pump this fertile little pussy full of my cum until you’re marked as mine. No one else will ever fuck you like this again. You belong to me now.” He fucked me deep and possessive, sucking and biting my breasts while thrusting hard. His dirty words pushed me closer and closer again.

“That’s so weird, because-” Through grinding teeth, I blurt out, “girls usually get star tattoos,” my eyes shift past Lyra, “right Eden?” She stutters out her words, unsure of what to do, “yeah…oh definitely. I have a star tattoo,” she flashes them the inside of her wrist where there’s a star along with a music note and an apple core. It symbolizes our friendship. Obviously I’m the star, Lyra is the music note and Eden, well…the garden of Eden and the forbidden apple.

“Something exclusive.” “Exclusive? Sure. I’ll have him recommend some.” Soon a batch of designs came through. Forrest introduced them seriously. “Demon tattoo, also called a slave mark. Usually on the lower abdomen. You know what it means. But people who get this are usually women…” Forrest turned his head and saw Lorenzo studying the designs with full focus. A chill ran down his spine. “Bro, you are not thinking of doing this, right?” Lorenzo stubbed out his cigarette and said calmly, “She said she wanted to leave her exclusive mark on me.”

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

I told him truthfully, and he chuckled. "Hmm...funny how you're the only one to see that…no one is allowed near me, talk more of seeing my tattoos…do you have any, kitten?" He asked me, and I shook my head. The one I have is a symbol of my Pack, and it's forbidden to show it. "Why don't you let anyone go close to you?" I asked him curiously, and he chuckled, switching off the shower to take his towel instead. "Because it's dangerous…I'm not as sweet as you think, Kitten. I'm so rough, and I like it that way." He told me, and my clit suddenly twitched at the way he said it so sensually.

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

He paused his ministrations on my neck and with one flick he stripped of his tee. "There, touch me." He groaned and I didn't want any further persuasion. My hands glided over his toned chest, running over the dragon tattoo. "Why is this for?" I asked, my fingertips grazing over the fire tattooed on his abdomen. He bit his lip. "It represents power and victory over bad. I had it engraved when I couldn't take any more of my step-mother's false accusations and controlling nature. I was feeling weak and I needed to feel something. I went to a party and got dunk and somehow landed up in a tattoo parlor. He decided to draw this a sign that I am powerful and can rise from ashes." He paused and grin

"Moon goddess... it was just a dream." Part relief, part dread. Dream or not, I knew what it meant. My guilt against killing me—worsened by the forbidden mate bond twisting inside my omega heart. I recalled that I had chickened out last night. I told Selene that I was just worried that my history of stripping might tarnish her reputation and the family’s reputation if I ever become associated with them. She laughed lightly and said to forget about it. Said she has enough money to buy me all the respect in the world.