Realistic Lion Chest Tattoo Novels & Stories

He raised his right arm to brush the strands of hair that fell to his face, blocking his vision. I noticed then, he had inks on his arms. I looked towards his left arm and noticed the same thing. As he kept moving, I noticed another tattoo, on his neck. A lion's head. ' This guy was everything, the bible condemned' I thought. He looked so huge now, with his Jacket off. His chest looked like it was about to rip from his t-shirt. He looked so powerful. Soon, he ended his song and there were loud cheers. He gave his usual smirk, not even a smile, and did a mock bow before turning to leave.

*Luca* I turn off the shower and shake the water out of my hair. Only now do I discover that I must have had a bit of a bad bite too. I run a finger through an irregular pink gap. It sits like a crescent-shaped tattoo on my chest. Well, there is enough meat to take off. I flex the muscles in my arm. If I had been just half as excited for this wolf shit as the other two, I would have probably appreciated the bulges that rise up in all the right places.

His chest is broad and solid, defined without looking forced. His other arm rests lazily against the pillow, veins faintly visible beneath tan skin, muscles shifting subtly when he moves. There is a tiger tattoo curved over his shoulder and down part of his upper arm, bold and detailed, the ink dark against his skin. His hair looks slightly damp, curling at the ends and falling messily over his forehead, and those thighs. Strong. Thick. Confidently masculine beneath the low-slung boxers that sit just right on his hips. He does look unfairly good in the morning.

He chuckles as if amused. While trying to avoid his eyes, mine fall to his chest. My mouth falls agape. I remember getting a peek of a tattoo above his t-shirt the other day. Now, it’s unobstructed and free for all to see. It’s a massive Chinese dragon tattoo, spanning from his right bicep, over his shoulder, with the head drawn over his right pec. The dragon appears to be tangled in flower vines. I look back up at him to find him watching me.

They played for a bit she sighed dreamily as the Carson, Matthew, and Chuck took off their shirts, a few minutes later Leon, John, William and Blake followed suit, and she couldn't help but smile as she noticed that Carson and Blake had similar eagle’s tattoos on their left shoulders. But she also noticed the black jaguar that ran mid-back on Blake and the lion on Carson.

Then she took a good look at his tattoos. Her gaze traced the ink that stretched across his chest, dark and patterned against his golden skin. The tattoo sprawled over his left pectoral, a fierce black wolf, its eyes red and dangerous, as if it could leap off his skin and bare its fangs at her. The details were breathtaking, each strand of fur etched with perfection.

Deciding not to interrupt, I rest my weight on one knee and fold my arms across my chest, my eyes ravaging his half naked body. The tattoos along his arms flex and relax with each repetition, ink stretching, contracting and settling again. Ryat, unlike his father and brother, is the type to get tattoos on a whim, so there's a lot of them, mumbled and jumbled, all fighting for the spotlight. The entirety of his back is sprayed with ink ranging from wild animals, to reptiles, to random objects. The most prominent on his back is a crowned lion sitting on the left side of his shoulder blade. There are scales running along his skin like he'd hoped to be a serpent but instead got molded him into m