Harry Potter Couple Tattoos นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I remembered you right away. Who the f*ck tattoos the Archangel Michael on their neck?" "Why didn't you say anything?" Harry spits. "I nearly kicked your head off that time." Ariadne shrugs. "You were calling me pretty. I was about to shoot a man in the face, and then the next time, it was the dick. It seemed inappropriate to say, hey, remember that time I jacked a fortune's worth of nicotine from you?" "I think I'm in love," Harry states which causes Victor to growl territorially. "Are we done with this teacups and daisies nonsense?" Nathan grumbles.

His sexy eyes gently fell to the top of my chest which were my cleavages and heat rushed to my stomach, spreading down my thighs. He diverted his gaze from my breasts to my face, clearing his throat. His hand reached up to the back of his neck to rub slowly. I was able to catch and stare at the tattoos on his arm. It wasn't something very huge but I could easily tell they were meaningful. I stopped looking and began to speak again. "You haven't answered my question, Harry. Why are you here?" It took him seconds to reply. "I'm gonna be absent from school for a few days, cause I'm gonna be away for work..."

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

It was a sacred ceremony. The high priests adorned the couple's bodies with sacred tattoos. Juices from the moonflower also known as morning glory were combined with some herbs which held magical properties. It was sunk beneath the skin in intricate patterns. It was said that the stronger the glow, the stronger would be the bond. When Jake asked her if she would like to be part of the ceremony before their mating. She had readily agreed.

I say carefully, “we place our hand over the marking spot—usually the shoulder or collarbone. Our magic flows into our mate, and theirs flows into us. It creates a mark that looks like a tattoo.” Her eyes widen. “A magical tattoo?” “Exactly.” I pull out my phone and scroll to a picture I’ve seen a hundred times, my dad’s mark on his shoulder, a swirling pattern of light and shadow intertwined with my mom’s. I turn the screen toward her. “This is my dad’s,” I say softly. Raven’s breath catches. “It’s beautiful,” she whispers. “It’s permanent,” I add. “It’s sacred. It’s… everything.” She looks up at me, eyes shining. And the matebond hums between us, warm, steady, patient. Not rushing. Not dem

"You happy you did it, sis? The tattoo?" I opened my eyes and looked at Harry. I looked at his blonde curls and his brown eyes. His slightly crooked nose and tanned skin. Then I looked at me. My black hair, grey eyes and white skin. Red plump lips and a tiny sharp nose. You couldn't find one thing in the both of us that was similair. "Yes. Yes I do." I replied, "I really hope it came out good, though." He grabbed my hand and squeezed softly. "Yeah, me too, sis, me too."

He looked like he was barely holding himself together, like he needed this as badly as I did. I reached between us and rubbed my clit in frantic circles. The third orgasm built fast, sharp, unstoppable. My walls fluttered around his thick cock as it hit that perfect spot over and over. Just as the peak crashed over me—body tightening, pleasure ripping through every nerve—my eyes dropped to his open shirt. Black ink. An intricate, coiling dragon spread across the left side of his chest, right below the collarbone. My husband hated tattoos. He had told me once, early in our marriage, with cold finality. He would never.

There, stark against his skin, was a tattoo. A complex, intricate design of two family crests intertwined—the Moretti lion and the Castellano eagle, forever wrapped around each other. He got it on our wedding day. He said it represented the eternal alliance of our families, and our eternal vows to each other. “Aurora,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Do you remember this tattoo?” The cold night wind blew past, whipping a strand of hair across my face. I looked at the tattoo in silence. After a long moment, I reached out.

When the music stops and I stand still with my fists balled and up by my face. “You want a partner?” Harry says as he walks towards the ring and climbs up. I drop my arms and look at him. He is in shorts and is topless. He is a fucking sight, to be sure. A damn thirst trap. He enters the ring and walks to me. For such a big muscular guy, he walks with grace. “You don’t need to tell me what Jared told you. All I want to do is make sure you are ok. So, do you want a partner?” He says and I nod my head and he winks at me as he grabs the pads and holds them out.

“Or am I not allowed to call you that anymore?” “Let’s work back to the nicknames. The indecisiveness you both have about being friends with me has given me emotional whiplash. The tattoos seem to be an addition to the spell, but only for you five. I got a matching one, too.” I hold up my wrist showing the cuff I now have with a crescent moon layer as the outer edges, quarter moon bands just inside that, then half moon bands with a full moon band in the center. As I look at mine, the moons get progressively bigger, like the full moons are closer to me. “None of the warriors got a tattoo to go with their protection bracelet.” “How many times have you done this spell?” “