Novel & Cerita Male Collar Bone Tattoos

After wrapping up the wound, she tied a knot with the end of the bandages. "Errr." Justin grimaced as he frowned in pain. "Does it hurt?" She raised her eyes to look at him. "Yes." This time Justin did not deny it. It was indeed painful! Anne wrapped more lightly. Suddenly, in her sight, she saw his right collarbone. What was that? Why had she not seen it before? On his right collarbone, there was a tattoo with a wing, and there was a letter engraved on it. Although it was small, it was very clear. It was the letter "A".

He said. “Are you really this dumb or are you just trying to ragebait me? Don’t you know the neck is not the only place you can have the mate mark?” “You can also have it on your collarbone or shoulder, on your wrist or forearm. The chest too or at your back.” I half yelled. “Geez calm down. No matter how loud you scream, the fact remains that you’re unmarked. No need to get upset because I still can’t see any mark on your wrist or collarbone so you don’t have one.” He said.

For a minute there, I forgot even to breathe. Collins has a chiseled body and hard abs. He also has a sexy-as-hell black tribal tattoo over one shoulder and down his arm. Collins may have a few more tattoos, but I was worried he saw me drooling and turned away. Hopefully, he was too busy putting the grill together to notice my reaction.

The package barely contained within adds to the sight. His body is a canvas of tattoos, showcased for all to see. A flock of blood-red swallows soar across the mast of two pirate ships, symmetrically placed near his collarbones. Between them, a half-skull is inked on his sternum. A candle burns at his wrist, with smoke billowing up his forearm and bicep, forming another skull and crossbones on his shoulder. There are more tattoos, all in shades of black and gray, except for the colorful birds. They are truly striking.

he agreed, and reached back to pull his t-shirt off by the collar. She’d had a sense of him, broad shoulders, the way he filled out that grey shirt, but the reality was different. The tattoo she hadn’t known about, dark lines curving over his left ribs. The particular shape of his chest and stomach, not sculpted but solid, a body that came from actual work. The scar on his collarbone she wanted to ask about and didn’t. She pressed her palm flat against his chest. Felt his heartbeat, faster than his face let on.

Her eyes were red and puffy as she covered her face. "Raine, don't do anything stupid." Charlie reached for her, and as she moved, a tattoo peeked out from her collar—a sleek arrow with a bold C inked into it. Something clicked. Charlie had a similar tattoo on his chest, a Cupid-like design. When I asked about it, he brushed it off. Just for fun, he'd said. He always swore Raine was like a sister.

Did he change my clothes? There was a bottle of water on the nightstand, along with some aspirin. Quickly swallowing the tablet, I started looking around the room. The room was painted white and there were a lot of posters on the wall. On the nightstand, there were two portraits. One was of Damon and two other men who looked like him, most likely his brothers, and the other was of Damon, people who looked like his parents, the two men from the other picture, and another woman. That was probably a family picture. I smiled subconsciously as I stared at it. How could everyone in a family be so beautiful? Looking great was probably in their genes.

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I turn around quickly, and start to back away until I notice it’s none other than Marcellus. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, an all black collared dress shirt, but with no tie. His black cropped hair, not gelled this time, leaving it to be wild. His sleeves are rolled up revealing, very detailed tattoos, something that probably cost him a fortune. I can only see little swirls of ink, but I can tell it is a part of a much bigger piece of art going up his arms, I wonder if it connects to his back as well?

I take a peak at those around us and no one seems to be paying attention, some are even making out with others as well. I feel a bit more comfortable as he moves to my neck, nipping and kissing me. I let out a moan as I feel his canines expose themselves against my collar bone. I’ve been slightly excited but also nervous at letting him mark me. Natasha showed me her mark, it’s two wolves with their foreheads against each other in the shape of a heart. It looks like a tattoo. I am excited to see what mine will look like.