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I never stopped to ask if he any other tattoos besides the ones on his arms. I get dressed into my clothes from yesterday and move around the bed, as quiet as a mouse, so I don't wake Atlas up. He's snoring softly when I lean down to read the small writing across his left shoulder blade. Against all the skulls, wolves and random designs on his arms, the small writing looks out of place, especially being on his back with no other tattoos. The writing is small enough that I have to get on my knees, so my eyes are inches away from his skin.

I'm not proud of it, and I don't want to do it again. "You're the best person I know," I tell him sincerely when he turns his head toward me. "Show me your tattoo." With a quiet chuckle, he turns and shows me his shoulder blade, which is tattooed with a target. I touch it and trace it with my fingers, smiling as I notice Jaden's skin break out in goosebumps. "Why a target?" "I wanted to cover it up." "Then why not a tiger, a dragon, or whatever else is trendy right now?"

They’re all tall, cut, and have the same natural confidence that Justus does. They all have tattoos like Justus, too, the same intricate maze of lines and spirals that wind around the simple outlines of boats or trees or fish, draped over their right shoulder, arm, and torso like a shawl. The older the male, the further their tattoos stretch down their right sides to their thighs. Some have tattoos all the way down the tops of their right foot. Even the oldest males seem willing and able to shred an interloper to pieces. There are so many cocks nestled in such thick pelts.

Enduring his close scrutiny. She could feel his piercing gaze on her nakedness especially when he took his time wiping her shoulder down to her arm. His earnest gaze follows the trail of the intricate ink adorning her flawless skin. A minimalist flower vine tattoo that starts from behind her ear down to her neck, trailing down further her shoulder blade and intricately rounding her entire arm until the back of her palm, where it ends. "Beautiful" she heard him whisper while running his index through her shoulder, giving her goosebumps.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

Said the man who saw me just a few hours ago. He pulled me into a hug, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he said, his eyes shining with love. After much deliberation, Jason finally found the tattoo he wanted us to get – a small Cupid tattoo. I smiled at the choice, thinking it was cute and romantic. But then he dropped the bombshell – he wanted the tattoo to be on my pussy. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was comfortable with such an intimate placement. But then he said he was getting the same tattoo on his butt, and I figured it was only fair.

Completely naked and with a weak smile on his whitish lips, he pulls the last spl of the plastic sweater and exposes all the rest of the tattooed skin above the bandage on his waist. The drawings engraved on your shapely arms begin in the pectoral muscles with a fusion of messages in different languages, spirals and lines, flowing in a connection with musical notes, stars and rays through your right shoulder to your wrist. On the other side, the head of an open-mouthed Chinese dragon has its syrup outlined on its left shoulder. Among the pigmentation of drawings, there is a skin band with shy black curls separating them.

She felt a heat that started between her thighs and radiated throughout her body. Holy… On his right shoulder, there was a large tribal tattoo, all sharp black strokes that reminded her of lightning. He paused for a moment and raked his arm across his forehead, glancing up as he did. She instantly stepped back from the window, embarrassed to have been caught spying on him.

He sits on the working table, hanging both his legs to the floor. He took off his shirt and lift his hand motioned me to come to him. I'm in awe right now, cause he had a great body, and what I observed is, he had a tattoo on his right shoulder muscle. It seems like a round shape with dots and swirling hurricane shape. I can't see that clearly, cause I'm not near to him and besides the light shadow is dominating his right hand. I stand there, contemplating to go to him or not, my face is flushed and becomes red I'm sure. Cause the view in front of me is very hot, hotter than a volcano, and I'm melting in this lava .