Kiss Mark Tattoo Novels & Stories

I bit down as gently as possible, piercing her skin and then pulled back, licking the wound closed gently as her eyes slowly fluttered open. Instinct took over, and she lunged at me, sinking her own teeth into my neck and then rearing back to lick the blood away and seal the wound. I looked at her mark, a tattoo of two wolves staring at each other with a full moon behind them. I knew mine would be the same. "You marked me," Marissa said in disbelief, touching her neck softly and tracing the tattoo with her finger.

"That's not true, but let's say I like pretending it is." He nodded slowly and then kissed her, slowly but demandingly. He released her mouth only when they ran out of oxygen and moved down her jaw, neck, and stopped at her collarbone, which he marked. Arianna gasped as she felt his teeth digging into her skin and made a mental note to return that favor later. Marking each other had become a small personal fetish. He abruptly turned her, pressing her back against his chest. He finished removing her robe, and Arianna rested her head against him. He kissed her temple, moved down to her ear, and whispered:

I paused, feeling the bond snap back in place. “Just like the Moon Goddess intended,” I continued, sinking my teeth into his neck. Fireworks exploded as my body convulsed from another blow, minding orgasm. I licked the spot where I sunk my teeth, sealing the mark. “Mine,” I uttered, roaming my hands around his body. A smirk appeared on Kade’s face as he brushed his lips over mine. He picked up the pace before sinking his teeth into my neck and marking me as his for eternity. “Mine,” He growled as he liked the skin sealing the mark. “Body, mind and soul. I am all yours, to do whatever you want,” he whispered softly, exploding inside me.

A hand grips my jaw, forces me to lift my face towards him. "Open your eyes, Louise." I obey. Not out of obedience. By instinct. Because I know he won't let go until I do. His gaze searches mine. He looks for a flaw, an excuse, a justification for what he's about to do. But he doesn't need one. He's already decided. His mouth crashes onto mine, demanding, burning, marked by anger and victory. A kiss that has nothing tender about it. He wants to mark me. Break me. Remind me who I belong to.

Elion whispered. Cale sat in the chair. He looked small. The black coat swallowed him, hiding the cast, hiding the bruises. But his eyes were blazing with a terrifying, cold resolve. He looked at his wrist. Four marks. Four white lines glowing faintly against the pale skin. He raised his arm. He looked at Elion. He tapped his lips. The Kiss. "I know," Elion said, his voice trembling. "It's the price. I hate it." Cale shook his head. He reached out and touched Elion’s mouth. His thumb traced the curve of Elion’s lower lip.

NO, I know i'm starting to fall for him. Knox continued to kiss from jaw to my neck. I know he wants to mark me. But without Sage it just doesn't feel right?. "Brinley". Knox breathlessly said my name. Causing a shiver of pleasure to dance down my spine. "I'm going to Mark you". He stated. And before I could answer his Canines sank In my neck.

He drops to one knee in front of me. My breathing quickens. I watch as he lifts my foot gently, slides the bracelet around my ankle, and clasps it. The chain is light and cool against my skin, the flame resting right over my pulse point. He presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of my ankle, right over the charm. “Two marks,” he says, his voice rough. “One at your throat. One at your ankle. Both saying the same thing.” He leans in, kissing my knee.

Smile hadn’t left even for a second since I woke up. “You gave me the moon and peace-lily,” he said. “Uh?” He smiled and his eyes directed me to the bite mark on his neck. I flipped him under me in amusement. My heart pounded in my chest when I looked at the result of my mark. Once a person was marked, their partner’s bite mark on them would turn into what looked like a bruised tattoo. The bite mark shaped into a tattoo that was a special symbol between the partners. It symbolised the meaning their partner added to their life.

Moist heat pools between her thighs and she grips his shoulders, her nails digging in to his skin. “Do you still mean it? About letting me mark you?” Heath whispers to her, kissing her ear, her cheek and so on, before nipping at her neck as he moves his head towards her chest. His teeth craing the skin where her mark would be sends shivers down her spine. “Yes. Just not right now.” Kimmy tilts her head back, panting for breath. Was he wanting to mark her right now?

Kai said “Do you have another woman or a family?” Rita ask “No Rita, I love you and only you,” Kai said This thing assures Rita and Kai had touch her now and she saw a mark on her left leg appeared days after that. “I have this mark on my leg. I didn’t know what it is or when did I have this tattoo,” Rita said “This is my mark,” Kai said “Your mark? Rita said “Nothing,” Kai said