His And Hers Tattoos Novels & Stories

She wrapped her around him and placed her head under his chin. "Promise me that whatever happens you will be mine and I yours" she requested softly. "Alyssia" he raised her head to meet his, "Even if the whole world shouts at me, threatens me to leave you and choose someone else, I will never do that. That is how much I love you. You are mine, we are dated and chosen to be together by the moon goddess and you know that. I have the mark to prove it. he said as he raised his shirt for her to see the red dragon tattoo still branded on his torso. She raised her hands and traced them on the tattoo, she openly basked in happiness when she felt him shudder from her touch. It felt like electric curr

she spoke each word with intensity. "...ott van remény," I finished up the creed. Honestly, I'd heard, or seen it somewhere as a kid. Later, I regurgitated that saying to impress some A****n chicks. "Great, we have the same catch phrase." Alkonyka took off her shirt, revealing her lilac bra. Her tattoo was in Hungarian written in an archaic fashion. 'Where there is Valor' arched over her belly button and 'There is Hope' dipped beneath.

He nodded, totally understanding what I was thinking through our connection. As he stood up, I could not help but let my eyes wander over him, pausing at his chiseled abs and then down to his pelvis. Right there in the middle was a thick, four-inch tattoo of an infinity symbol. Mated wolves have this thing where they let anyone who catches a glimpse of their skin below the waist know they have a mate. This tattoo meant a lot. A lump formed in my throat as my eyes began to water. How long had he been dealing with this?

Maybe it's time we sit down and have a long chat. I wonder if he would be open to that? As scary as it is, it might be worth trying. Especially if he misses me as much as I miss him. The next morning, I'm sitting in a quiet corner in the gardens, out of sight behind the lilac bushes, sipping my tea with an unread book on my lap, contemplating how to approach Rylan, when I hear low voices. Turning, I peek through the branches and see Rylan talking to Roberto. Roberto Mennetti, Connor's twin, is nearly identical to his one-minute older brother. But the underground fighter is wider in the chest and thicker with muscles. Muscles everywhere. He's a little intimidating and I spot several tattoos p

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is

Hayden grinned at me, like it was all effortless. “Let’s get out of here,” he smiled. 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 By the time we walked into the tattoo parlor, my hands were shaking. The artist nodded at Hayden, clearly aware of who he was, and then glanced at me. “You two getting matching tats?” I nodded, heart racing. “Yeah, we are.” “You have anything in mind,” he asked. I reached for Hayden’s wrist and traced a line. “Half a raven. The wings. He gets one, I get the other. When we’re together… it’s complete.”

He pointed to the scar in his side just under his left breastbone. "What... Did you get into an accident?" She gasped. "I was born with it." He responded. "You have one too, don't you?" "Yes but I'm not pulling off my dress to show you." She glowered at him. "Pervert." Ethan chuckled. "One day." He muttered. "In your dreams." She narrowed her eyes at him. "I have it here." She pointed to her stomach. "Just this long." She gestured with her thumb and forefinger the length.

A pretty pink pussy with puffy lips already flowering open in arousal greeted me, her mons shaved completely bare. I chuckled. "I was half-expecting you to have a neon blue landing patch." Holly giggled. "That's a good idea, actually." "I like the tattoo though," I added, pointing to the small image of a pair of red cherries joined together by a green leaf tattooed within her bikini area. Holly giggled again. "Only a select few ever get to see THAT one."

I peeked up at him, finding him staring at me intently. "Can I—uh—can I touch you?" "Yeah, of course." I slowly traced my fingers over each of his tattoos, across his shoulders and down his chest. His muscles flexed beneath my touch as he closed his eyes and let me explore. There were various types of tattoos, some in English and some in Italian. My fingers stopped over a unique piece right over his heart. The tattoo was beautiful. Isabella - la mia vita

I pointed at his damaged organned gash on his back. He passed me a soft smile, before shrugging. "Khud hi dekhlo." He hurriedly took off his shirt with a teasing smile, as I looked away with what? —shyness? (See it yourself) Oh my God! He tossed the shirt aside, as he turned a little, the now big cut, cleaned and bandaged. There will forever be a scar remaining. —