Kiss Mark Tattoo Mga Nobela at Kwento

Callan whispered to me, stroking my cheek as he spoke. “I love you.” I smiled up at him, running my hand along his cheek. Even before either of us could catch our breath, I was ready for the next step. “I want to mark you.” I whispered to Callan as I ran my hands over his chest, kissing him along his neck. A deep rumble escapes his lips as I moved my lips and tongue over his neck and down to his shoulder. He tensed as I reached the place I was going to mark. “Right there.” I purred as my teeth elongated and I bit into the spot where his shoulder and neck meet. I licked the mark and examined it. I knew looking at it that it was going to be a dark blue and red color, a combination of both me a

Katrina’s POV I kissed along the curve of his throat, slow and gentle, breathing in his scent—it was familiar, comforting, and it made my chest ache with how much I loved him. My lips found the spot where I had marked him during our mating ceremony, and I lingered there. The faint mark was still visible against his skin, glowing a little in the light.

She bit her lip. “Oh goddess,” Kai groaned. He kissed her and started moving inside her. His mouth left hers and traveled down to suck on her breast. Her hands raked through his hair as she made sounds like she didn’t know people were listening and watching. Kai made his way to her neck. On the opposite side as the other marks, he found his spot and sunk in. Pain, pleasure, connection. Thea pushed the feeling out to the pack. Not long after, they both came. Kai pulled his canines out of her shoulder, licked his mark, saw the design forming, then kissed it. He put his forehead to hers.

She felt his love, his devotion, his fierce, protective hunger, pouring into her through that single point of contact. The stone flared brightly, and when it faded, it was gone. In its place, on her wrist, was a mark—a delicate, silver tattoo of interlocking wolves, their forms spiraling into an infinity symbol. It glowed faintly for a moment, then settled into her skin, a permanent, beautiful declaration. Dante lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the mark. When he looked up, his eyes were bright with something that might have been tears. "Mine," he breathed, the word no longer a claim, but a prayer.

It had to be it. “Fuck,” Keagan groaned soon after he removed the jackets from my noodle arms. He barely turned my head to the side before I bared my neck to him, bared the burning mating mark to him like a bitch in heat. Keagan’s eyes grew hooded before he shoved his face against the mark, breathing deeply. “You asked for my catch. This is it. Let me mark you again…this time for real.”

Pushing us to complete the bond already. "Is this what you want sweetheart?" I let my calm demeanor drop as I pushed our lips together roughly, gripping his wrists hard as I began slowly grinding against the length of his cock. I could feel Otto grinning within me in amusement hearing our mate's labored breathing when the kissing trailed to his neck. My nose brushed just above his collarbone, and more towards the front of his throat. Is this where he was to be marked? I barely bit down on the spot, eliciting a loud groan. Yes, this is where he'd bare my mark. Poor Mordecai. This was a particularly painful area to receive such a thing.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

It felt like walking a tightrope over fire — one wrong move, and I would fall, consumed by flames. I watched him, mesmerized. His body was lean, sculpted, every muscle defined, every tattoo a story. He had new ones. Three, to be exact. One was our birth date. Another was “Lii,” written in a design I had once doodled, combining our names. The third was a phrase — “You're mine” — written in my handwriting, with my thumbprint etched beside it. I traced on his “You’re mine” tattoo, which was below Lii on his chest and gently kissed it. I could feel his heart throb under my touch.

she moans, scratching her nails down my back, grabbing my ass, and pulling me in even deeper. “Oh, fuck, Emerald…” I feel myself nearing the edge. I kiss her lips again, then move down to kiss my mark, our mark. It’s a beautiful red heart, with a heart-shaped emerald inside it, and both are encased in gold vines. It’s perfect. It’s us. It’s our love.

I pull her up all the way into a sitting position, moving the hair off of her left shoulder. She shivers as she nods her head, moving her head further to the side to give me better access to her neck. I chuckle softly as I place a tender kiss on her collarbone where her mate mark would usually go. “Demons don’t bite their mates to mark them as one.” I whisper against her lips, flicking my tongue across their plumpness. “We mark our other halves with magic my lovelies.” Jamari pulls back in surprise, uneasiness written on her face.