Jon Bernthal Tattoos Novels & Stories

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

Jett had just two posts on his page; the first dating to five years ago was a picture of a middle-aged woman and a young lady who I deduced was his mum and little sister. The second and most recent one that he posted two years ago, sent a recurring lustful heat through me as I gawked at it. In the picture, he was wearing a pair of swimming shorts while his delectable, muscular form and bicep tattoo were on display. His was a thorn tattoo in form of a band, that suited his suave exterior just right. Fuck, this man was the literal embodiment of sexy. I was so engrossed with tracing the curvy veins of his forearm that I mistakenly liked the post.

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.”

Many of them were just lying down at the back so they would not participate and so we won't notice them when they walk away to their homes and begun their daily activities without a prayer of guidance to Selene which was said while everyone was down in their knees facing the sunrise and in the evenings, we say it facing the sunset. “Done!” Shane said getting up and taking off his shirt showing properly tanned skin layered with his abs and the muscles on his arms were designed with tattoos that meant many things. There was a tattoo of his mate whom he had just gotten a back view of her when he first met her, she was Hispanic so he'd told the tattoo artist to draw a girl's head - the backview

His tattoos, as far as the eyes could see, including some on his neck and chin, each told a story, were well done, hyper-realistic, and vibrant in color. "Hello, fefe," she greeted him with a shy smile. "Silas said he wanted to talk to me." "Sit down, kitten," he signaled to the chair in front of him. The glass table that separated them had the glass overlaid on top of thick wood, and there were several euro and dollar bills between the wood and the glass. He looked at an expensive cell phone and smiled. His very white teeth stood out against the colors of his tattoos, and his fangs were like those of vampires, thin and long, which maybe made his smile cruel. Jânio put the cellphone on the t

"How many tattoos do I have in total?" "Four." And he goes on to explain what they are. “The Crow tattoo on the back of your left shoulder, the tribal tattoo on your spine, the lotus flower on the back of your neck, and my mark, right here.” He gently caressed his mark on my left collarbone, and immediately, I felt the pull and comfort towards him. I nodded. “Okay, you're Ryan, okay.” He glared at me and I laughed. “Say my name again.” “Ryan.” I scoffed.

His abs looked perfect and dreamy, and his broad chest was to die for. 'Malek wished he looked like this,' I thought. "What do you want to do?" I asked as I saw him trying to get up. I removed my eyes as I saw the 555 and beast head tattoo drawn on his back. And I immediately moved to support him, by allowing him to lean on my breasts.

He looked enticing with his furrowed brows and serious pout. What the heck, girl?! I mentally pinched myself as I tried to avoid the fact that Jordan himself was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I tried my best not to look, but I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on his back. It was a full scale dragon - I noticed that the end of its tail could be found on the base of his nape, its body running down the length of his spine then going around his right hip, its head disappearing just beside his crotch.

Bertha asked after sipping her tequila. "Which–what?" Zayna replied with a playful laugh. "I know you two stayed in the same room during the hotel opening event. Something must have happened, right? Besides, you’ve known each other for years now. How many years has it been?" Bertha teased, her expression mischievous. Zayna covered part of her face, appearing embarrassed, though her laughter was barely contained as she shook her head lightly. "Tell me, does Benjamin have any tattoos?" Zayna dropped her hand, her expression surprised. "Benjamin doesn’t have any tattoos, but he has a mole on his left thigh, near his hip."

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig