Heartless Neck Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

Her heartbeat completely dropped when Adrian removed his shirt. Everyone whistled but her heart ached when that tattoo machine got pressed against his skin. Adrian turned his eyes again at her. Their gazes got fastened. His jaw slightly clenched whereas her fists tightened when that machine started piercing on his skin because he might be enduring that pain but she was feeling it. It was hurting him. She could clearly see it which turned her eyes watery. Finally they got done with their work. Adrian got up and turned around. Her soul shivered when she saw his deep red skin where her name had been carved inside a heart on the left side of his chest where his heart was.

Then he stuck his thumb against my clit and I let out a squeal. “Okay, okay I hope you like it!” and lifted up my black vest top before grabbing my breasts. The tattoo was underneath my breasts. It represented two braided pieces of rope intertwined leading from each side, underneath my breath to meet in the middle. “It’s called a lover’s knot,” I said. I felt his cock harden against my ass. “I thought you might like it.” “I fucking love it. Kate, fuck that’s hot,” he growled as he urged me to climb on top of him.

This was the number of people that Keagan could gather in such a short time. However, Nessa had never seen all of these people. “No.” She shook her head and then described the other men that she saw. “…he was bulkier and had a tattoo on his neck.” “A tattoo?” Keagan raised his brows. It was almost impossible to tattoo a shifter due to their healing ability; most of the tattoos wouldn’t last for long. “I don’t know what kind of tattoo, but I am sure his neck was inked.” Keagan nodded and then patted her head. “Good job for recognizing the details.” He then made another phone call to his beta and told him about the tattoo.

It was the tattoo! On this picture there is a long drawn tattoo on his neck....

I asked. "She’s in a state, Leo." Nikki said, her own eyes shadowing when they fell to the mark on my neck. Even with the tattoos on my neck, her mark wasn’t hidden away… I won’t deny that I examined it closely. It was a heart of fire in two shades, half was silvers and blues whilst the other was navy and blacks. It may look like a heart created from flames, but if you look closer, you could see that it was in fact, two wolf heads nuzzling together with fur made of fire.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

His green eyes were black in the dim light. "Take off your shirt," I said. He pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was bare and I saw it. The tattoo. Over his heart. Little flower. In italics. Delicate and permanent, right over the place where his heartbeat was strongest. The ink was dark against his skin. The skin was raised slightly, the way tattoos were when they were healed.

It was almost midnight at East bay. There was not a single soul in sight except for the crickets bargaining at a high pitch. A glowing figure emerged from the darkness, easily identified by anyone who knew her, as Nicky. "At least leaving those God forsaken motherfuckers is better than playing humble.” She heaved a sigh of relief. She had the habit of rubbing her neck constantly. It was an act that brought to one's notice the new heart tattoo she had got on her twenty third birthday.