Meaningful Neck Tattoos Words Novels & Stories

I knew it was expensive, not because of the packaging, but because Aaron Sinclair didn’t do anything halfway. I opened the box. Inside was a necklace delicate, understated, elegant. A fine chain with a slim vertical bar as the pendant. The kind of piece you could wear forever. Simple and timeless. I turned it over. Engraved on the back, in faint, secretive script, were the words: > “For when the world forgets who you are. Remember I never did.” My throat tightened so fast I didn’t even have time to brace myself. I blinked once. Twice.

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

It's like a symbol with some sorts of letters. ​"Nice tatts," I commented. "What does it mean?" I asked. ​"It's a symbol that I created. It means Dark Nefarious." Even though I was weak, I sat up and approached him. I knelt in front of him and gently caressed his tattoo. ​I licked it, planting small kisses around his tattoo, then up to his big cock. It's very hard now. When I put my face on it, I immediately kissed it. I looked at him.

Mea Dea, my goddess in Latin, despite wanting to spit at him to address me properly, my heart races. “You can call me Queen Aylin,” I force out in a hiss, although his smirk tells me I don’t sound convincing. I break eye contact with him to look him over. He is truly carved to perfection. He’s wearing a tank top, which shows the entire tattoo on his neck. It’s a black and white piece of a phoenix, midflight with its mouth open in a scream, surrounded by fire. The wings extend onto the front and back of his neck in brilliant detail and the fire down to his collarbone. He also has several different pieces down both arms, none of which I bother to look at since I’ve been looking at him for far

That is after stuffing myself with good food and slap a ridiculous amount of skincare on my face including this gold mask. The next thing I know I'm being carried to the bed by those strong tattooed arms. ‘forEVEr’ or the way we pronounce it for-eve-err can easily be read from his right arm. Previously he only tattooed his left hand with drawings so I asked why not the other hand, why not words instead of drawings, so many why's that the next time I saw him I caught those Roman words already inked on his right arm. He told me he only put my name there because he's saving space for his three kids under mine.