Novel & Cerita Medusa Tattoos For Men

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The little pain I’m feeling in my neck makes it evident. But then…. I swallow hard as my eyes slowly move up, taking a second look at the image, and they find all the crazy details on his body. He has such nice and perfect abs, and the long powerful Japanese dragon tattoo on his body leaves my mouth hanging. I’ve never seen anything like it. I must confess, Alpha Arkon is hot and he’s blessed by the Goddess between his thighs. Can’t even imagine how many ladies have walked in here, and seen this hanging over them. This is sexually hypnotizing.

chest rising in a calm rhythm like he was meditating, not surrounded by criminals. Speaking of his tattoos, he's got the weirdest tats I have seen on any guy. His back bore the most outrageous tattoos in the history of tattoos. His back looked like someone had lost a wrestling match with a possessed octopus holding a tattoo gun. From shoulder to shoulder, the ink sprawled like a chaotic crime scene—tribal swirls, demonic curls, and angry squiggles that might’ve once meant something, but now just screamed, “I don’t pay taxes and I bite.”

I can swear that I’ve had a recent encounter with this man. The air around him cackles with dangerous energy, a clear indication that he’s not to be messed with. And those eyes… the darkest grey I’ve ever seen. Dark, unsmiling and brimming with arrogance. All ten of his fingers are inked. Each tattoo disappears into the long sleeves of his suit and I’m suddenly overcome with the strange urge to peel the fabric away and trace every single tattoo with my tongue. Ugh! Get it together, Astrid! “Holy smokes, he’s hot!” Zeya whispers, snapping me out of my reverie. “He’s a literal walking sex machine.”

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

She wondered what he was trying to do. All he had on was a pair of brown pants, his upper body was rendered bare in front of her, and she could now clearly see the tattoo on his chest, it was a scaly figure that seemed to wrap around his slender frame with its head extending right over his right shoulder to his chest. Its mouth was wide open with sharp canines popping out of it. A tattoo of a mythical serpent-like creature, a Chinese dragon, not the kind of tattoo a respectable businessman would have on him. A thug, perhaps, or even the yakuza.

It is at this moment that I realize, I did not know he had tattoos. I mean, we have made out, but he was always in his clothes, I have never seen beyond his wrist. My eyes are drawn to the intricate artwork etched across his chest and arms. They are beautiful. I don’t hesitate to move my fingers gently over the ink. I can spot about three tattoos, but I can already tell there’s more. I think I should just admit that a man with tattoos makes everything sexier. I love tattoos. I love them even more on him. I find myself drawn to the artistry, the way the tattoos accentuate the contours of his muscles, making him even more enticing. There’s an edge to a man with tattoos; rawness, and a hint of

Then the black tee. Elena watched, mesmerized. Without the suit or the hoodie, the full extent of his ink was visible. A massive vulture was tattooed across his back, its wings stretching to his shoulders. Scars—some from blades, some from bullets—marred his bronze skin like a map of a violent life. "You're staring again, sweetheart," Julian said, stepping toward her. He looked like a pagan god of war. "I've never seen so much of you," she whispered.

It was near impossible to break, but the voice and aura of a siren or merman was an enchanting spell, sweet and seductive to the senses dulling the brain and I was a perfect prey. Thankfully he wasn't a siren, those creatures eat people. Mermen was the nicer breed. I won't lie, I am so attracted to him. Just looking at him made me wet. His chest and abs were ripped and I was infatuated with the sculpture and bulge of his anatomy, his tattoos were glittering silver along his torso, biceps, and back muscles "You look like you are starving Riley...like you want to eat me...let me give you what you desire..."

I laid there, spread out and breathing so hard as I looked at the man standing between my legs. My nipples were on display, for him to watch to satisfaction. There was no other expression on his face except the lust and desire for me. What if he turns to his demon form and destroys me? And he couldn't control it? Thinking about that, his gaze became dangerous to me. Greyson started taking off his clothes. His jacket left his body revealing his full form. Wow! There's a tattoo of fish on his right biceps, which I was just noticing. Why would a demon have a fish tattoo? Weird.