Moana With Tattoos Novels & Stories

Flashback to this morning: I woke up in Kai's arms, as I had every morning since we mated. His warmth and his scent engulfing me. I studied his gorgeous face. Tan skin pulled over high, perfectly symmetrical cheek bones. Thick, sculpted eyebrows. Straight nose. Plump pink lips. His head crowned with dark hair, shaved on the sides and longer on top. He was gorgeous. His shoulders were broad and mascular. His impressive eight pack and imposing strength. Perhaps it was because his body was so close to steel, that he failed to notice my stony one. I even liked the tattoos that covered the majority of his torso. His back, his chest, his upper arms and up his neck. They suited him. In fact, they r

A stream of tattoos covered her skin from her nape to all the way to her cleavage. But I am pretty sure the tattoos weren’t solely for a show because she rarely showed them off. They were to cover the scars on her body that one could notice only when they had a closer look. “Captain…” Nox said in a dreamy voice, gaping at her. Morana scrunched her face as she took in Nox. “Ye look like one of them!” she barked. “Tsk! These sea weeds will turn ye like themselves.” “I don’t know about the seaweed, Captain, but you sure look more beautiful than the sirens,” Nox said.

"The tattoo behind your ear, that's to cover the mark my daughter gave you, right? It's not really to cover it, but to bind it. You've also marked Noreen. I saw it behind Noreen's ear." Thiery stared at Maria intently. "You... Which pack are you from, Ma'am?" Maria opened the long sleeve of her blouse, revealing a tattoo of a moon with a lightning bolt crossing it on the inside of her arm, just below the elbow. "Ah," Thiery said. "I see."

Moana didn't wait for Kaelen to clear the path or help her down; she vaulted over the wooden siding, her boots sinking knee-deep into the white drift before she lunged toward the wooden stairs leading up to the catwalk. "Your commands don't mean anything to a Luna who holds the founding seal, Eldrick!" she panted as she reached the top platform, her breath forming thick, white clouds between us in the freezing air. She stopped inches from me, her small frame dwarfed by my coat, but her presence was immense. Without a hint of hesitation, she reached out and grabbed my bare wrist, completely ignoring the painful blue spark of spiritual rejection that snapped between our skin as our mismatched

I needed to feel him fill me. I looked down at his V-line. The old tattoo was still there. My name. Moana. In italics, just like the little flower. He had gotten it years ago, before everything fell apart, when we were young and stupid and burning. He had marked himself with my name and he had never removed it. It was still there, still dark, still permanent. "You still have it," I said.

She finally fell back onto my chest, sighing. She mumbled softly, again something I didn't understand. "What did you say?" She smiled. "I'm sorry, just something in Masai. If we stay together I'll tell you. Right now, be happy I said it, even if you don't know what it is." She refused to say more. Changing the subject, I asked her about the tattoo she had on that cute little butt. "It's a Masai shield over crossed spears. It's the same design as the one on our national flag. What does yours mean?" she said, tracing the outline on my bicep.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

Monic dropped to her knees right there on the cool concrete floor of the private room, her freshly tattooed skin still tingling from the long session and the intense orgasm that had ripped through her only minutes earlier. The colorful roses and twisting thorns now bloomed vividly across her lower back and curved seductively over her hip bone, a permanent mark that Maven had carved into her body with his hands and his filthy words. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted. His cock strained heavily against the front of his jeans, the thick bulge begging to be freed. She could see the outline of it clearly, long and heavy, and the sight made her mou

The most appalling part was that there was a massive tattoo etched onto his chest. It was of a sturdily built monkey with its fangs bared and claws brandished. “Hanuman. The people of Thailand believe in the God of Strength, Hanuman.” Juan immediately realized that Thailand’s mana talisman tattoos always had a strong meaning, and the Hanuman tattoo symbolized power. Juan had never believed in the so-called mana talisman tattoos. Even when Waltier brought in the most well-known monk of Thailand to etch the love locker tattoo for him and Mona, Juan was of the opinion that it was an odd superstition.