Love Heartbeat Tattoo Novels & Stories

It smells of him and it calms me down immediately, but when I look up and find his shirtless body staring back at me, my jaw drops, and my blood heats. Calm is long forgotten. Rome is ripped and covered in tattoos. He’s always had them, I know. However, it’s more now, and his arms are covered in tattoos, not excessively, but enough. His front is untouched, all except for one that’s directly on his chest, specifically his heart. My heart seems to stop beating when I see the tattoo. It’s an infinity mark with a single vertical band running around the middle, and two dots on both ends of the band. It’s exactly like mine, only bigger. I stare at it with an open mouth.

I look at him and I feel like I'm going crazy. With a trembling hand, I touch the tattoos on his left hand. I feel hypnotized by them. There are thorns surrounded by roses. The drawing climbs on the cloth to the shoulder and then descends slightly on the back and chest. It's a great drawing. I follow it lightly with my fingers feeling tingling as I walk my finger over the tattoo. Something is written between thorns and roses near the heart. A name. "My Forever Elle". I put my hand to my mouth and sigh. What the fuck is this? Is this a bad joke?

His dazzling blues watch each of my reactions and swallow them up whole heartily for as expected I am over the moon with delight and bountiful love for him. Then he clasps onto my wrist his thumb lingering upon my pulse and lays my palm flat over his beating heart against his tattoo. "Drahá." He beams down and my lips quiver a need to cry overwhelming me. This is the sweetest gesture anyone has ever done for me, he has printed 'me' into his skin for life. This proves just how much I mean to him body, heart, mind and soul. Drahá means beloved and this is why he chose the left side of his chest right above his heart as the location. "I had always kept this side untouched for I wanted to have y

"This is the reason we're in this situation in the first place." "I want to see you." I pulled the fabric up and over his head, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest. The firelight played across his skin, turning him golden. My eyes found the tattoo over his heart, my face, rendered in delicate ink. A permanent promise etched into his skin with my name. I pressed my lips to his chest, right over the tattoo, right over his thundering heart. He sucked in a sharp breath as I trailed kisses across his collarbone, along his shoulder, back to the center of his chest.

Her heartbeat completely dropped when Adrian removed his shirt. Everyone whistled but her heart ached when that tattoo machine got pressed against his skin. Adrian turned his eyes again at her. Their gazes got fastened. His jaw slightly clenched whereas her fists tightened when that machine started piercing on his skin because he might be enduring that pain but she was feeling it. It was hurting him. She could clearly see it which turned her eyes watery. Finally they got done with their work. Adrian got up and turned around. Her soul shivered when she saw his deep red skin where her name had been carved inside a heart on the left side of his chest where his heart was.

“I had a couple of ideas. The first was on your neck where Tana’s mark is, but that’s a Lycan mark and I’m not Lycan. I thought about over your heart, like yours is on me, but that’s a dragon’s mark and I’m not a dragon. So, I was thinking about putting it at the base of your neck where your shoulders and your neck meet. What do you think?” “I like that idea,” she says. “Now, what is it that you’re going to mark me with? You said it’s a tattoo?” “Yes. It’s a variation of a celtic knot. It means love and infinity, which represents my love for you. I will love you forever, until the end of time,” I say, stroking her hair away from her face when she lifts her head to look at me. “Everett, that’

But others make absolutely no sense to me, and I’m curious. “Ok, go ahead,” I reply, taking a sip of champagne, “I’m very interested!” “This one,” my husband says, unbuttoning his shirt, pointing to a small heart on his chest, “Is symbolic of the first time we met. When I knew that I did not know what love could be, but I knew that I loved you more than anything else in this world.” I have to admit, that’s a great beginning to my tattoo tour. He allows the shirt to fall to the floor, and points to his clavicle.

I said. His face was still on my chest. I was about to let go of the hug when he pulled me harder. "Wait," He said. "Why?" "Your heartbeat sounds wonderful, it's like a lullaby," He said and placed his ear near to my heart. " This heart only beats for you, your name was already engraved on it, if my heart can only speak, I know it's already shouting your name," I said. He hugged me tighter. " I LOVE YOU, "He whispered.

I wanted to kiss away every trace of pain from his being and replace it with felicity. My lean fingers unbuttoned his shirt as my lips explored his gently and sweetly. I shifted my lips to his cheek, kissed it lovingly, and licked it. I ensured to peck every part of his visage. When I got to his chest, I licked the tattoo of a bleeding heart and pecked it. "Your heart shall never again bleed with anguish. I will fill every last space of it with love." A promise exited my lips.

the girl who I assumed was Brielle whispered back giggling. What fuck? I don’t know who these people think they are talking about, but it better not be me. I’m not kissing anyone else besides Delania and she’ll be the only one to know that my tattoo ends just to the left of my cock. Just like I will be the only one to know about the little pink heart inside the outline of a shamrock on her hip bone. Yeah, I saw that last night and it was sexy as hell.