Romans & histoires Male Sternum Tattoo

My gaze drops back down his torso, and that's when I notice the tattoos. Five aligned stars on the side of his torso, near his ribs—the largest closest to the center, the others decreasing toward his back. They look like marks of conquest, as if each represents something only he knows. And on his right arm, a thin, precise line, slightly above the elbow, minimalist and geometric, like a discreet reminder that even a man like him has secrets etched into his skin. Holy shit. He's not just attractive — he's dangerous. This guy is pure testosterone.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.

He scoffed, taking off his trousers, and I looked away. A wave of dread washed over me, not sure what to expect next. Fear rose in my chest as I curled my fingers into the bedspread. By the time I looked back up, he was fully undressed, but he had his back facing me. I felt a drool escape my lip as my eyes traveled over his body—broad shoulders, his muscular back adorned with a large crest tattoo, identical to his brother's, except he was larger, taking up the entire top left side of his back. The tattoo depicted a shield with two swords crossed above it. Two lions stood on their hind legs, pulling the shield from both sides. Below the shield, a banner displays the name "Dontrell." The desig

Somehow, I see him having a problem with authority. He slips off his leather jacket, sets it down beside him, and sticks his left arm back. The tattoo I noticed when first meeting him is now clearly visible this close up. It's a golden eagle with wide-spread wings standing on top of an anchor, with the words Semper Fidelis above it, and US Marines beneath it in the same flowing script. "You were seriously a Marine?" Tobe asks, staring at his tattoo in awe. "That's so...hot." We all stare at her in surprise. Tobe rarely offers her own opinion, and she certainly doesn't call a man hot. She usually just sits in quiet thought, waiting for the shots to be made without her. She's a follower, but t

He kicked them aside lazily, like it was the most natural thing in the world to stand completely bare-assed in the middle of the living room like that. I turned around. I tried to turn around. But my eyes didn’t follow orders. They stayed fixed. And fuck me I forgot how to breathe. Adrien Vale was sin carved into a man. Broad shoulders, sharp collarbones, and a chest that looked like it had been built out of stone and fire. The muscles along his stomach tightened with every breath, and a faint trail of hair dipped low, disappearing between firm thighs and... I blinked. Hard. Nope. Not going there. However, I paused when I saw a tattoo on his chest, right on his heart and it made me pause.

Summer’s fingers shook as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the top by his throat. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck and knew that he was fighting the urge to bite her. He remained motionless, waiting for her to move further. She could feel the tension increase as she slowly made her way down, gradually releasing each button to display his muscular chest. Her eyes were transfixed by an emerging tattoo. On his sternum was tired tree branches that spread off in every direction. As she pushed her hand to open more of his shirt the patterns changed towards his arms which took a haunted vein and shattered glass appearance. On the end of some of the branches had numerous nam

I tried so hard not to flush when I saw his naked torso; it was a sight to behold. Broad wide shoulders with lots of muscles, defined strong abs and on his left pectoral, there was a scary tattoo of a three-headed vicious dog, surrounded by flames. And a lot of scars were all over his abdomen. On his back, there was a full back length tattoo of some sort of grim reaper, angel! His grunts again brought me back from dreamland. I shook my head, clearing it; I gently touched the wounded area on his right, trying to understand what I was dealing with.

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.