Inner Forearm Tattoos For Guys Novels & Stories

His voice was quiet, confirming what I had guessed and I nodded. "And he must never know,"Jaxon made a sneer that showed he meant something threatening. "Okay," I said simply. He looked at me from the side, surprised that I wasn't asking questions, while I quietly watched him carefully tape the gauze in place. His forearms were showing because his sleeves were rolled up, and even at seventeen, I could see the start of the tattoos that would later cover his arms from his wrists to his shoulders. One of them, on his inner forearm, was just the design of something.

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

The ones on his arms seemed to be tribal designs of some sort. Stilling his left hand with her own, she turned it over to look at the underside of his forearm. The ink continued and shifted as he moved like a living extension of his skin. It was beautiful up close. She'd only seen glimpses before. Caught up in the pattern, she traced the black lines with her fingertips from his inner elbow to his wrist and back again.

It's only after a deep velvety voice caresses my ear canals, that I open my eyes I comprehend that I haven’t hit the ground. I become increasingly aware of the warmth of huge muscular hands around my waist just below my breast. The smooth velvety warm caramel skin clung to seductive massive curves of muscle, trailing up to broad full shoulders Outlined in what appeared to be intricate golden tattoo ink in hieroglyphic patterns some I recognized like the Ankh the Egyptian representation of life on his rose gold armored gauntlets, others were completely unrecognizable to me with their intricate curves.

His outfit was completed with sneakers that matched the colour of his jeans. I could see the ink that covered his right arm. It was from his wrist leading up to the length of his arm and disappearing under the sleeve of his shirt. I could make out some of the images. I saw a rose with a name scribbled on the stem, Jesus Christ with his hands clasped, and some teardrops flowing from his eyes. I never thought about tattoos being sexy, but looking at his, I got an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

Thinking about it now, whatever he was doing he was obviously clothed, or his shirt wouldn’t have been so drenched in sweat. The more she thinks about it, the more it seems to make sense. “What are you thinking so hard about?” Harken asks and pokes her in the forehead lightly. Noel decides to let it go and chooses her interest over his tattoos. “How many tattoos do you have?” She trails a finger down the length of his left arm, outlining the black edged ink. “Well, I suppose you can consider this here just one, though it took a few sessions. Then I have the two here,” he says and points to a red and silver coat of arms tattoo on the inside of his right forearm. On the outside –

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

A shiver, not of fear but of pure, unadulterated thrill, ran down my spine. It was in this moment, as I was still taking in the room, that I noticed him. He had taken off his suit jacket, folding the sleeves of his crisp white shirt to his elbows. My eyes were drawn to his forearms, the muscles corded and strong, and the intricate tattoo that snaked its way around his left arm, a complex pattern of sharp lines and shadows that made me feel things I couldn't understand. His shirt was unbuttoned, just enough to reveal a glimpse of his chiseled chest, a landscape of hard muscle and sun kissed skin.

The shirt wrapped around his defined muscles as if it was made specifically for his body, he was even more ripped than I thought. His abs do poke through his shirt. Trying to focus my gaze elsewhere, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of staring at him since he was already full of himself enough, but my attention went to his arms, which I had no idea were fully tattooed. I couldn’t catch the details of it all, but I did get a glimpse of what looked like a deer skull on one of his forearms; he kept moving, so I couldn’t see it all, but it definitely looked like there was more hiding under his shirt.

I crumpled onto the leather couch and gave myself a moment to take in Talon’s imposing form. His arms and hands were covered with intricate tattoos, each one telling its own story. Another design snaked up the side of his neck. A dark gray V-neck shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders. The Warriors patch on the back of his vest gleamed white in the dim lamplight.