Novel & Cerita I Knew You'd Linger Like A Tattoo Kiss

What else mattered? Their lips met at first tentative and soft, like rediscovering an old song you thought you'd forgotten. The taste was bittersweet — a mixture of absence and longing, of memories both sharp and tender. The kiss deepened gradually, shifting from gentle exploration to fierce desperation. It was the kind of kiss that erased time, that demanded presence, that screamed of survival in a place where nothing else seemed certain.

Veer's pov. Her chocolatey taste still lingered in my tongue, I could feel her jade smooth skin under my hands, and ever since that kiss all I wanted was more of her. I always wanted to see that tattoo of hers clearly since we first met, but today I felt it's ink under my palm, her lavender smell and chocolatey tongue acted like heroine and I was fucking addict at the first taste.

It is kisses that linger like dawn, smushes that melt into laughter, cuddles that bind us tighter than vows. From the first spark of our union to its last ember, my wish stood out under the full moon to be yours in every night, to be yours in every day. Your mark burns upon my chest, a mirror of your soul etched within mine, beyond and beneath, forever seared. Look through your window. That is the path I walk. I bolt outside. There is no sign of her. The woods are silent. Do not chase me, though I know your feet will betray you.

Ever. My heart melted when he finally kissed me back, painfully slow, as if he was trying to fight his own instincts and conceal his anger. An arm made its way to my neck, and I followed his movement, holding the back of his neck and savoring his lips. This felt so right. He was being so gentle and slow, as if he was trying to pour all of his hidden feelings into the kiss. I wanted it to last forever, but due to a lack of oxygen, I finally had to pull away.

Three fucking hours, and my girl still wasn’t here. I stared down at the fresh tattoo on my chest, visible where my shirt hung open. Her name “Anita” is woven into the stem of a black rose. The ink was still slightly raised, still tender. Levi’s mocking voice echoed in my head again. “You could never get her to love you.”

He observed, desire lacing his voice. “Yes.” She huskily answered. “When you’re ready, pet.” He reminded her. “I’m not going to encourage anything right now. It’s too close to your anniversary of losing them. But I really do want to kiss you.” She thought about it for a moment and then slowly moved up to press her lips to his. Fighting with himself, he kept it light and kept his desire at bay. When she pulled away, he let her. Reluctantly. “You need a tattoo.” Ink suddenly declared. “Do you have any of their ashes that you can get to?”

I whisper hoarsely. We wordlessly cling to each other for a couple of minutes, letting our bodies calm down from their pleasurable peak. I love it when his hands run soothingly up and down my back in relaxing circles. Closing my eyes, I lay a few light kisses on the ball of his shoulder and rest my head on it. After a few moments, we pull back slightly and gaze into each other’s eyes. My fingers caress his jaw and neck until they stop at his tattoo. I’ve always wondered what the tattoo meant. “Amor Vicint Omnia. What does it mean?”

The kiss lingered in the air between them, sweet and heavy, like smoke that refused to disperse. It was more than a simple kiss; it was a conversation, a silent admission of everything they had been holding back. Neither spoke. Neither pulled away. The small, enclosed space of the trailer was quiet except for the faint, rhythmic whisper of the ocean beyond the cliffs, a sound that wrapped around them like a secret.

The brush lingered, fingers tracing familiar lines, hearts syncing in a quiet rhythm. “Travis…” I whispered, leaning into him. “It’s… hard. You make it hard to focus on surviving.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, voice low, teasing. “That’s kind of the point, dramatic princess. Life’s more interesting with some… distraction.” Our lips met, slow and deliberate, lingering. I felt him pressed against me, warmth radiating through the thin fabric of our clothes, hands exploring carefully, intimately, learning the curves and lines that weren’t just physical—they were trust, desire, and need all wrapped together.

she murmured, and I leaned in, our lips meeting as my tongue began to wander. “Shh,” I whispered as I trailed kisses along her jaw. She clutched at my shirt, her breath hitching as I began to nip at the soft skin of her neck. With one hand anchoring her in place, I slid the other up to her thigh, my eyes fixed on the dream catcher tattoo. Fuck I loved a girl with tats. “Isn’t this where we left off earlier?” But just as my hand ventured higher, the door at the end of the corridor swung open, laughter spilling into the silence.