His And Hers Tattoos Novels & Stories

he demanded, capturing her fingers in a tight grip. He covered her much smaller hand and forced it to his hair roughened chest. He held her hand tightly for a moment until he was certain she wouldn't take her fingers away when he loosened his hold. Her eyes stayed on his tattoo as she traced the pattern. It was some kind of pagan tattoo, almost Celtic, but in the shape of a four-sided, bladed weapon. It protected his heart. She traced her fingertips over the intricate knots, fascinated by the depth of the work. Her nail accidentally scraped against his flat nipple, drawing a hiss from him. Her eyes flew to his and she nearly snatched her hand back. "Don't stop," he growled from between gritt

Her let her regain her energy, besides, having her in his arms was a good feeling. He leaned back in the couch, getting relaxed. “You have your nipples pierced too. Didn't it hurt?” Caterina rubbed the pad of her finger on his pierced nipples. Hugo took a deep breath but didn't reply to her. She wasn't talking to him actually. She was just observing and feeling him and he let her explore. “What does this tattoo mean?” She moved her fingers on three lines near his chest pectoral. “Order of precedence. It represents the seniority”. He said in a calm tone.

“What’s this?” “A butterfly,” he replies. I lean closer to have a look. Right, it’s a butterfly. “Why?” I ask. He has half of his chest and arm covered in a dragon tattoo. A butterfly seems a little out of place. “Why not?” he asks. I look up at him and arch an eyebrow. He mirrors my action. Giving up, I proceed to fully remove his shirt. And finally, I’m presented with his mouthwatering torso with his massive dragon tattoo and rock-hard stomach muscles and–

I don't think too much about it as I don't want to start comparing my silly husband to my sex partner. After cleaning him up, I don't wear him his clothes. He's too heavy and I seriously can't start struggling to put his clothes on, so I just cover him with the sheets instead. And I will love to see the look on his face when he wakes up naked. When I bring the sheets up to his waist, my eyes wander on his tattoos. On his upper chest are three claw marks and ‘La bete’ is written beneath it, then on his right hand, just beneath his sleeve are two beasts dragons. They are miles apart and seem to be gunning at each other to fight. And on his upper shoulder are over four ravens. They stretch righ

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

I know we’ve had sex several times already, yet I still feel a deep ravenous need for him. Rising from the stool, I wrap my arms around his waist and place kisses on his back. His stomach clenches under my hands as I run them down his textured abs. “Tell me about your tattoos,” I whisper in his ear. He looks at me from the corner of his eyes, then pulls me in front of him, places my hand over his left pec, and moves it down his tight stomach. The tattoo is a large, red, and black dragon. The dragon’s head starts at his shoulder, and the tail ends at his bellybutton. The wings stretch over his right pec, and his claws extend over his ribcage.

I squatted down, having her step out of it. "Keep the heels on." I told her, finding her naked form in only heels hot as hell. She nodded with a deep blush as she bit her lip. My dick twitched in my pants with all the blood flowing to it. Seeing her like this made me all kinds of excited. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt with one hand as she watched me hungrily. I watched her the entire time, admiring her body. I finally saw the new tatto she had gotten on her ribs, adding to her sleeve. It was a pink breast cancer ribbon with the name mom written in it. She had added it for her mother.

A succinct sombre chuckle escapes her before she lowly orders, "Go back to the cottage." Relieved, I stood and bowed, then sped out of the office. Phew! I live to see another day. Over my heart, an illuminated wolf paw flashed, with the initials HHC.T on the metacarpal. It will continue to blink in this manner until Heron completes the mating process, much like an ornament on a Christmas tree. After that, the imprint's emblem becomes a tattoo. It stood for Heron Hudson Carter.Tyr. His wolf branded me like a cow on a cattle farm.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me down. “Fine, just for a little bit.” I resigned to my fate and lay down beside her. “If this was a real honeymoon, it would be romantic. Can you imagine you and the woman you love watching the sunset by the beach?” She took in a deep inhale. I couldn’t. The last thing I wanted to talk about was love. I found something more interesting on her belly instead, right above the hyacinth tattoo. “Is that an R?” “Where?” She followed my gaze. “Oh. Yes it is.” She trailed her fingers along the long-tailed R that spiraled around in a way that made it unrecognizable at first glance.