Novel & Cerita His And Hers Tattoos

He bent his head and tongued the tattoo on her right butt cheek. India sucked in a quick breath. Then he turned his head and tongued the tattoo on her left butt cheek. Another hissing intake of air. Colt flattened his tongue and dragged it up and down her spine, over the infinity symbol—two long, twisted black lines—a tattoo that started above her butt and ended at the gigantic butterfly spread between her shoulder blades. No traditional tramp stamp for his India. Her skin was a canvas; every marking on her was a work of art.

“We will be fine. We probably just need the right people in our lives… and get rid of this itch on my back.” I frowned as she hesitated before turning her back to me, wordlessly asking me to scratch her back for her. I couldn’t help but smile as I slowly unzipped her dress, taking in the flawlessness of her back and the tiny tattoo that was there right at the middle of her lower back. It was clearly an infinity sign, with a tiny drawing of the moon on each side of the loops. Extremely identical to the earrings and necklace I gave her. I opened my eyes to ask her when she got a tattoo.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

But it was too late, the image was already burned into her mind. His bare chest, glistening with water droplets that caught the soft bathroom light like tiny diamonds. The tattoo, the wolf art across his ribcage, fierce and beautiful, exactly as she remembered it from eight years ago when he'd explained it was his spirit animal. Her fingers tingled with the phantom memory of tracing those inked lines in the dark. But there was something new in his chest, just on his left breast, small and delicate against his tanned skin, was a baby footprint. Tiny toes, a perfect little heel, preserved forever in black ink.

It felt like walking a tightrope over fire — one wrong move, and I would fall, consumed by flames. I watched him, mesmerized. His body was lean, sculpted, every muscle defined, every tattoo a story. He had new ones. Three, to be exact. One was our birth date. Another was “Lii,” written in a design I had once doodled, combining our names. The third was a phrase — “You're mine” — written in my handwriting, with my thumbprint etched beside it. I traced on his “You’re mine” tattoo, which was below Lii on his chest and gently kissed it. I could feel his heart throb under my touch.

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

I've attached book 2(the sequel for HIS) to book one, since it's difficult for you guys to find it on this site. This is the first chapter for the sequel, I hopeyou all enjoy. If you haven't already check out my book Theirs "How would that even work?" She asked looking at him. "I belong to you both and you both belong me," Jason replied his eyes not being able to leave hers, I smiled knowing the feeling. "Like a three way relationship?" She asked and he nodded.

I ask her making her wince at the taste of aspirin in her tongue. "Nope. I've never been much of a drinker, you know that. I mean, a glass of wine here and there, but, not really the type to just go off and drink for a night." I chuckle, kissing her and laying next to her. "I see you got a new tattoo. It's in memory of your mom, isn't it?" I say, pointing towards the tattoo on her left shoulder. It was a beautiful cluster of flowers with a pink ribbon and the initials H.P. for Hailey Patterson.

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.”

Mary warned. “No look, her tattoo. It’s got an A that works up into a heart. A smaller heart to bring out the point at the bottom. It is said a tattoo normally is a picture but when love is strong the mates letter will form with the emotion that best describes them.” Isabella spoke gently. She pulled down the shirt gently to reveil just that. “She has two heart. Means he loves her more then anything in the world. Even more then the world itself.”