Love Heartbeat Tattoo Novels & Stories

Maybe he did like me after all. I pushed the shirt from his shoulders, and he helped me remove it completely. I stared at his broad shoulders and chest, my mouth going dry with lust. He was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. They say that sometimes the suit makes the man, but in this case, the man made the suit. Logan looked even more amazing without his shirt than I ever could have imagined. For a moment, I felt self-conscious about the padding around my middle, but then I looked up into his eyes and realized that he didn't see it. He was looking at me like I was some sort of creamy, delicious dessert. A tattoo just above his heart caught my eye. In a flowing font that could only be a woman's h

Maybe he did like me after all. I pushed the shirt from his shoulders, and he helped me remove it completely. I stared at his broad shoulders and chest, my mouth going dry with lust. He was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. They say that sometimes the suit makes the man, but in this case, the man made the suit. Logan looked even more amazing without his shirt than I ever could have imagined. For a moment, I felt self-conscious about the padding around my middle, but then I looked up into his eyes and realized that he didn't see it. He was looking at me like I was some sort of creamy, delicious dessert. A tattoo just above his heart caught my eye. In a flowing font that could only be a woman's h

He was convinced that this was all the magic of her intense love. "Undress me, Angel," he told her between his pantings. Angela begin undoing his buttons. A gasp escaped her mouth when she noticed the same tattoo she had. Their wedding date. There was one more right below the date. It was a heart and it had hers and Nigela's name written inside it. The tattoo was squeezed in between his other tatts but were strikingly distinct. It appeared as all his other tattoos revolved around them. As if those were the centerpieces of his world. Angela's eyes watered.

She looked ruined. And she couldn’t stop. The next morning she returned to the tattoo shop once again. The old artist didn’t even ask questions this time. She simply nodded and prepared her station. “The heart piece,” Aria said, voice husky. “I want something that ties them all together.” The artist chose a stunning, dark design — a blooming obsidian rose with thorny vines that would sit right above her heart, with tendrils reaching toward her breasts and down toward her pussy like living roots.

A smile oozing with derision and venom. As I picked up the papers, all covered in Christopher's shoe marks, my mechanical heart was trembling faster than ever. It should not be trembling like this. My pupils were starting to dilate, and the couple that was leaving me behind became nothing but blurry circles. … A long, long time later, I wiped the blood off the corner of my mouth. As I stared at the papers that read 'artificial heart transplant,' my fingers brushed across the scar on my chest. The one that'd been there for seven years.

Enrique gets on top of me slowly discarding my other pieces of clothes until I was laying under him in nothing. " So pretty," he whispers kissing his name tattooed on my collarbone. " I love you," I whisper kissing my name on his chest. He gave me a surprise by tattooing my name right near his heart so the next day, I dragged Elliot to the tattoo store and got his name on my collarbone . . . Elliot had to carry me home after that because I was only half alive. His chest had my name as Khai♡ And mine had his as Kian♡

My elbow hits the vase mistakenly as it falls on the ground. Stupid girl! "Ohh so you are there, " He heard it, feeling the shiver running down my spine, I hope it hasn't happened, I haven't met him. I felt a stronghold on my right hand, He towers over me, "L-Leave me alone, " I stuttered, trying not to look up into his dark brown eyes which scares me. He chuckles darkly, leaning towards me, he said. "Not today, my love, " I shut my eyes tightly 'this is just a nightmare, it will end' I thought.

He moves closer, stopping when he is nestled between my legs, his rock hard cock poking at my entrance deliciously. Softly, I run my fingers over his muscled shoulders, down his rock hard biceps, over his forearms, and back up. When I reach his shoulders once again I run my hands down over his chest, taking in every muscled ridge of his body. My fingers falter when I notice the tattoo placed lovingly over his heart. Okami. I place a kiss over the tattoo, receiving a groan of approval from Kenji. “I got this tattoo to remember our time in your parent’s garden.” He whispers in my ear, sending shivers of awareness through me.

She smiled "They were fucking each other what do you not see coming" She gasps as she sees the tattoo well for the first time, the feelings she began to have made her want to be in love with a person that would truly love her and not just a college crush. 'I' was written, followed by a red love shape that seems to be on fire, 'Melissa Harts' was boldly written in roman writing and a little bit tiny date was written below the love. "Is this what love feels like?" Leah caresses the tattoo to see if it was real. "Love feels like heaven" Molly smiled at Melissa.

All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face. He leaned in closer and | could smell his breath. It smelled like rain and mint gum. | was breathing heavily now, my heart pounding harder and harder. His eyes were trained solely on my lips, then wandered back to my eyes. His lips brushed lightly against mine and | sucked in a breath, my lips tingling. | suddenly tilted my head sideways and looked away from him. Pushing his body away, | got up hurriedly and stepped out of the ring. "Where are you going?" he asked, climbing down after me.