Jon Bernthal Tattoos Novels & Stories

He keeps wriggling, trying to flip Bethany away from his back, but she holds very tightly on him. With a start, I realize that the tattoos on his upper body are covered in puncture holes that look dark and hideous. Bethany removes one hand from his neck and, in a swift movement, she digs a small, pointy dagger into one of the dark puncture holes in his chest. Serarion screams like he's on fire. "Get off!" the Liminal roars, slamming his head back into Bethany's jaw. I hear a crack, but she just grunts in pain and tightens her hold.

His fingernails were painted black, and his face closely shaved. Rhett had pulled his hair back into a ponytail, exposing the tattoo of the Triquetra on the point of his cheekbone beneath his left eye, something he had added to each of them that morning and planned to add to Aislen when they brought her back. The small tattoo had been far less painful than the one on Heath’s back of the river house, though Cameron had a different opinion. For someone who liked sex with a side of pain, he’d complained throughout the tiny tattoo.

Beth murmured. Cole nodded and looked at his hands. "She has a brand on the back of her right shoulder." Beth leaned forward. "A brand. Tell me what it looks like." He shrugged slightly. "It's a circle about this big," he formed a circle with his thumb and middle finger, "and it has three spiral circles inside it." "Fuck me," she breathed. "That's just like my victim." She swiped open her phone and cued up a picture, handing it to Cole.

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”

Finding his gaze unnerving, she instantly flickered her gaze down. Her cheeks flushed when she realized he wasn’t wearing any shirt. His rugged body resembled a canvas. A number of tattoos spread across his tanned chest. There was a tattoo of a serpent designed on his upper left chest and the other side had roman numbers written on it. Her eyes traveled down his bulging biceps and paused at a tattoo that caused her a tinge of discomfort. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed the evil symbol, a sigil of Baphomet branded on his bicep. Being a devotee of god, the discovery scandalised her. Why would anyone get that? Not a moment later, she realized it wasn’t the only one, he also had an un

Holding the phone to his face, I said, “What do you have to say?” His brow creased slightly. “Helena,” he called her name in a beastly growl, his gaze fixed back to mine before he pulled his collar down slightly, showing me the viper tattoo on his left neck. “The guy in the pictures doesn’t have this. The fuck did you not notice?” His voice was hard as he tossed the phone back to me. I caught it and stared at the picture. He was right—the man didn’t have the viper tattoo on the left part of his neck.

Deciding not to interrupt, I rest my weight on one knee and fold my arms across my chest, my eyes ravaging his half naked body. The tattoos along his arms flex and relax with each repetition, ink stretching, contracting and settling again. Ryat, unlike his father and brother, is the type to get tattoos on a whim, so there's a lot of them, mumbled and jumbled, all fighting for the spotlight. The entirety of his back is sprayed with ink ranging from wild animals, to reptiles, to random objects. The most prominent on his back is a crowned lion sitting on the left side of his shoulder blade. There are scales running along his skin like he'd hoped to be a serpent but instead got molded him into m

he fretted. “Your Mark, where is it?” Azrael queried again. Carter nodded as if he finally gets what the siblings were talking about, “You think I’m an immortal?” “You think you’re not?” Ouriel retorted back quickly with sardonic sentiment. “I’m not, really.” Carter replied, he put his hands up to his arm. Instead of a Mark, Azrael saw a dragon tattoo in his inner left bicep. “Look kid, you need to stop lying.” Ouriel demanded. Azrael glances at him.

Thaelen chuckled under his breath and reached out to gather the semi-sheer top up, lifting it up to reveal the man below, his breath catching as he looked his fill. Not as heavily muscled as Thaelen, Harithen was lean and long, and wore a chain necklace against his skin that fringed over his shoulders, crossed between his nipples, looping under his arms, before crossing again just above where his pubis had been stripped of its skin, circling his c-ck and balls before sliding between his butt cheeks and tying behind. “That doesn’t look comfortable,” Thaelen observed. Harithen was gloriously naked beneath the metal jewellery, and his c-ck was erect, helped along by the chain.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.