Male Sternum Tattoo Novels & Stories

My body tingled, the pain on my butt cheek sending a jolting message to my brain. This time, he fully turned until he was staring at me. It was my turn to ogle him. Black and red ink ran the length of his arms, one sleeve extending to the outer side of his chest, and leaving his pectoral muscles bare. I traced the intricate design on that specific one, and when I made out an angry dragon swallowing the little red heart just right above his left rib cage, I knew damn well that any chances of redemption for this man were long gone. They were gone before decided to ink THAT onto his skin.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started

he replied. “What does the mark look like?” I asked curiously, eyebrows furrowed deeply. “A tattoo of a trident on their arm. It is usually inscribed on their right forearm,” he explained. I slowly rubbed my jaw, taking a wall down memory lane. “I might have seen that mark somewhere, but I can't seem to recall.” “Don't be so hard on yourself. We're almost there anyway,” he said, pointing towards a hill right before us. The top appeared foggy from below, making it hard to believe that life existed up there.

I was seeing his entire tattoo. For the first time. I lowered my hand, staring at it. It was the picture of a large wolf, its head resting over his right pectoral region and his heart. There were breathtaking swirls and designs made around the wolf's head reaching up to his shoulders and part of his right forearm. The ink of the tattoo looked so dark against his skin it was almost like looking at an actual mind-blowing artwork. Beneath the design his chest looked hard and sturdy and. . .

she muttered. He raised it up to his chest, revealing a tat that looked like Asian writing. “Nice ink,” she breathed out as she sat up a bit more to get the best view of him. “What does it mean?” He shrugged. “Maybe someday I will tell you, bossy girl.” He then lifted the shirt higher. She caught writing on his arms. “Wait…. Keep your arms up. Greer rolled his eyes, but he did it. Under one arm was the inked words Strength & Honor. She gazed at the other. Enlightenment. What an odd thing for a man to have as a tattoo. “Damn…” Her panties just got wet as her breathing picked up.