Realistic Lion Chest Tattoo Novels & Stories

I craned my head backwards and moaned even louder, wrapping one arm around his neck to support his position. His other hand got busy with my second nipple. My breasts were not too big but they were big enough and most people marveled by how firm they stood. He pulled away and I reacted with a disapproving wimp. He took his shirt off, revealing the tattoo of a lion's face right in the center. He grabbed my waist and pulled me down as he lay on his back while I lay right on top of him. We resumed our kiss, his fingers running through my hair. It felt like a long lost bond and we had seen each other again after a while.

On his right arm, he had a simple yet extraordinary tribal sleeve tattoo that is Prettier than clothing. These tattoos are so beautifully rendered that you can practically hear the birds chirping and the leaves rustling. The tattoo on his chest always attracts me, it trickily covered the wound he had near his heart. I discerned how his chest was rising ups and downs from where I sat. I extended my hand to feel his fastidious skin under my tender touch. His eyes didn't leave me for a moment, my fingers were tracing gentle remarks over his tattoos spreading goosebumps over my skin.

Leonardo said as he began to unbutton his shirt "What..... what are you doing Sir?" Lily stuttered "Helping you to picture a perfect lily flower in your head" Leonardo said as he finished unbuttoning his shirt Lily gulped as she stared at Leonardo's bare chest The tattoo of lilies on his chest made Lily more helpless, she was unable to resist that alluring bare chest calling on to her and she ended up trudging forward towards Leonardo She placed her hand on his broad chest, it was as cold as steel yet smooth as silk

For the most part, the packs got along but there was still always a sense of authority that was tested. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you look good. Can’t be representing our pack badly.” Jacob was getting our Crest tattooed on his chest. It was the head of a wolf with its teeth showing and blue blood dripping from the fangs. Kind of spot on for whoever designed it but whatever.

All he could do was let out an awkward laugh. Liesel gave Thomas an apathetic look. "We can start the interview now." Thomas nodded. Liesel shook her head a little helplessly. It was then that she caught sight of the huge tattoo on Thomas' chest from the corner of her eye. The dragon head was extremely obvious. "What is this?" She pointed at the green ink on his chest peeking through his shirt. Fuck, he'd forgotten to button his shirt properly! His tattoo was visible! Thomas' smile turned into an expression of abject horror. He buttoned his shirt hurriedly.

Aurelia’s POV Lucien descended the stairs, and my breath hitched in my throat. He had discarded his tailored suit, wearing nothing but a pair of loose, black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He was entirely shirtless. His chest and broad shoulders were a canvas of dark, intricate ink—a sprawling, lethal masterpiece of geometric tribal patterns that wrapped around his left arm like armor, bleeding into a highly detailed shadow of a roaring lion across his pectoral, its jaws open right over his heart.

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

He snapped. "You think?" I managed to croak out. He was already breaking a rule about not confronting anyone in a public environment. Just when he wanted to speak, I swung and gave him a swift roundhouse kick to the ribs. He groaned, clutching his ribs in pain. Instinctively, I looked at the tattoo on my arm. It was intricate and fine, with no flaws even in the smallest portions. It bore the crest proudly. Two lions, interlocked with a snake-like figure. Every member had to get the same crest before they were admitted.

Both cobras faced each other in their defense position on his midriff, their fangs in display, and their forked tongues stuck out. She didn't see the whole tattoos as his towel covered them; she knew the cobras extended to his crotch. At least she completely saw the diabolic tattoo of a furious wolf on his right breast. Beads of water trickled from his damp hair down to his face. Strands of his wet hair fell over his forehead, as his hair was unkempt. Steams erupted from his body like he doused himself in a boiling tub.

I don't think too much about it as I don't want to start comparing my silly husband to my sex partner. After cleaning him up, I don't wear him his clothes. He's too heavy and I seriously can't start struggling to put his clothes on, so I just cover him with the sheets instead. And I will love to see the look on his face when he wakes up naked. When I bring the sheets up to his waist, my eyes wander on his tattoos. On his upper chest are three claw marks and ‘La bete’ is written beneath it, then on his right hand, just beneath his sleeve are two beasts dragons. They are miles apart and seem to be gunning at each other to fight. And on his upper shoulder are over four ravens. They stretch righ