Love Name Tattoo On Hand Novels & Stories

He walked out later with a wide grin and showed me his left hand. My mouth fell open in surprise. "You got a tattoo of my name?" "Mm-hmm," his smile widened and he leaned back into his chair relaxing and watching me. "Do you like it? I wanted to do something special for you." I examined it closer. My name was written in black ink surrounded by gold lettering. The gesture made my heart warm. Axton's love was bringing me back to life in ways I could never imagine. "It's beautiful. I love it," I kissed him lightly. He chuckled, his gaze traveling over my face and searching my eyes before I pulled him into a tight hug.

’ I doubted, my hand trembled as it found itself touching it. “Do you like my tattoo?” Damon muttered, with his eyes closed. Was he awake all along? “Y…yes... It looks nice.” “I’ve had it since I was dating Sharon. We got it together.” He let out, now opening his eyes. “This design. It looks familiar. Like I've…” I was saying, but he cut me off. “The design represents our Club's aim.” “Club?” “Yes. Sharon and I used to belong to a Lovers’ Club. This tattoo is known as ‘King and Queen Crowns’. Every member of the club shares the same tattoo as a symbol of love and devotion for their partners.”

He smiles, cupping my face gently in his hands, "My heart, my soul, my everything belongs to you... but today, I want to honor our love. I want the world to see that whose name is written on my heart." Grabbing my hand, he places it over his heart, and my eyes follow his movement. When I spread my fingers over his heart, I get a glimpse of something. Slowly, pulling back my hand, I see my name tattooed over his chest, just above his heart. Tears fill my eyes as I gently trace my name letters. My heart overflows with emotions when I tear my eyes away from my name to meet his gaze. I want to tell him how much I love him and how it is me who is fortunate to have him in my life. But words refuse

Every tattoo on him was inked in the purple and black colour. "Cupcake" his breath was harsh now. He grabbed my wrist, making me still my hand and then he looked into my eyes. "First things first" he rasped, the look in his eyes growing more intense. "Lisa, I... I fucking love you. This isn't enough for me anymore. I want us to be more. I love you so fucking much. Be my woman, Lisa"

I whisper hoarsely. We wordlessly cling to each other for a couple of minutes, letting our bodies calm down from their pleasurable peak. I love it when his hands run soothingly up and down my back in relaxing circles. Closing my eyes, I lay a few light kisses on the ball of his shoulder and rest my head on it. After a few moments, we pull back slightly and gaze into each other’s eyes. My fingers caress his jaw and neck until they stop at his tattoo. I’ve always wondered what the tattoo meant. “Amor Vicint Omnia. What does it mean?”

And behind it, a fearsome monster emerged, a symbol of the fierce and unyielding love that burned within me. The tattoo artist put the finishing touches on the design, I felt a sense of completion wash over me, a profound sense of peace settling in my soul. For in that moment, I knew that my love for Aurora was not something to be hidden or suppressed—it was a force of nature, unstoppable and undeniable. I gazed upon the masterpiece that now adorned my chest, my heart grew beneath my sternum. Lucian’s chest bowed with pride because this is our mate tattooed to our chest forever and ever. She is MINE.

As her gaze drops to my bare chest, her eyes sparkle, seeing the tattoo there. Right over my heart, in elegant, bold script, is her name: Selena—tattooed permanently on my skin with a small heart next to it, like a symbol of where she truly belongs. “I can’t believe it… You…” she breathes, fingers stroking the tattoo. “You did this for me?” Her voice trembles with emotion. I take her hand in mine and press a kiss to her fingertips, my eyes fixed on her. “Of course, love. You’re my heart. Now, you’re a part of me forever.”

Then he stuck his thumb against my clit and I let out a squeal. “Okay, okay I hope you like it!” and lifted up my black vest top before grabbing my breasts. The tattoo was underneath my breasts. It represented two braided pieces of rope intertwined leading from each side, underneath my breath to meet in the middle. “It’s called a lover’s knot,” I said. I felt his cock harden against my ass. “I thought you might like it.” “I fucking love it. Kate, fuck that’s hot,” he growled as he urged me to climb on top of him.

I had always imagined how romantic it was going to be, but right now, it hurts more than it pleases me. He had tattoos on his chest, arms, and hand. The tattoo on his chest had words I couldn't read because it was way too tiny; A lion on his arm with words I still couldn't read because they weren't English; and a rose on his arm with his mother's name tattooed in it.

I shake my head at him and look away. He's sitting with his knees pulled up and his arms draped lazily over them, giving me a view of his arm and hand tattoos. He has 'love' and 'pain' tattooed across his knuckles; on his right hand, he has a rose, and on the left, he has a skull. My eyes follow up his arms looking at the artwork on them for a second before I rip them away and return my glare to him.