Novel & Cerita Realistic Lion Chest Tattoo

tattoo and he had gotten a lot thicker in mass. "Is that a....a tattoo?" I asked not knowing how to feel about it. He had on a white long sleeve shirt so I wasn't able to see it clearly. He then took the shirt for me to see and what I saw surprised me. Kristrin had a few tattoos, one included a phoenix tattoo across his back, a crown tattoo with the word King on top on his left shoulder to the front, more like the collarbone. One of a lion on his right shoulder and a small tattoo of an eye that looked distinctively a lot like mine.

Much like the man himself! Asides from the writing the tattoo looks like Something older, darker, heavier than anything I’ve ever seen. It snakes across his chest in a pattern that feels… almost alive. There’s a drawing of a serpent or is it a dragon?, its body curling and twisting in a perfect ouroboros on the left side of his torso, scales etched so finely I swear I could almost feel them under my fingertips. His heart beats beneath it, steady, slow, eternal, and it’s like the tattoo moves with him, shifting slightly as he exhales.

On it, next to the lion tattoo of the Marino family patriarch, was a new tattoo of the letter "V." "Your husband isn't coming home tonight. Do you know why?" For a moment, my mind went utterly blank. I violently ripped open my own shirt, buttons scattering across the floor. I looked down. On my chest, the lion was still snarling, but the skin next to it was clean, marked only by taut muscle and a few old scars. There was no "V." "It's a composite," the tech head added cautiously. "From the pixel analysis, it's a composite, created with some advanced editing software."

It was so glaring that the moon goddess certainly has her favorites. He had the chest of a bodybuilder, hard, as I already knew from when I bumped into him, wide and solid. A large wolf tattoo ran from his left chest down to his bulging biceps. It was beautiful, and one of the most unique tattoos that I’d ever seen. Little traces of hair formed on the hollow between his chest and ran down to his torso, making me desperately want to run my hands on them. Still unable to stop my eyes from trespassing, I followed the trail of hair down to the region where it stopped. And when I saw it, the saliva in my mouth dried up, literally.

“No more lies. No more pretending, Ava. Not with me. Not here.” He yanked his tie loose, pulling it from his neck, then unbuttoned the rest of his shirt with quick, efficient movements. He shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor in a discarded heap, revealing the broad, sculpted planes of his chest, the taut muscles of his abdomen, and the ink-dark wolf sigil tattooed just over his heart—a swirl of intricate lines, stark and powerful, a cruel, beautiful symbol of his raw, untamed dominance. It pulsed with a primal energy that drew my gaze, mesmerized and terrified.

“You taste so good.” His big hands slid down my back and grabbed my ass, squeezing hard. I gasped as he lifted me like I weighed nothing and carried me to the bedroom. He set me on the edge of the bed and stepped back, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. The lion tattoo on his back and the words on his chest came into view as the fabric fell away. His six-pack and broad shoulders looked even better in the dim light. “Take off the dress,” he ordered, his green eyes dark with lust.

We were far from out of the woods, the edge still miles away, but for the first time we were able to relax a little. “What?” he asked as he stopped in front of me. Slowly I trailed my eyes up his body, taking in each piece of ink that covered his skin. The rose to signify his family sat right over his heart. A crow, a skull, and other shapes folded in sharp lines and splashes of red and black from his shoulder down to his wrist. A lion sat on his right pec—a nod to his persona. Each muscle was pronounced, and when I finally reached his gaze, a shiver rolled through me. I blew out a breath and fanned myself.

he pushes his hair back against the water streaming down from above him. Doing just as he's told me to do, I see exactly what Rebecca told me when she said he was gorgeous. He's strong, lean, inked, and fucking beautiful. I've never seen him without a shirt on before, so I'm seeing the chest piece he sports, and it is magnificent. I've never really been the type to get into men because they have tattoos, but on Trick, it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Artwork covers his entire chest, sleeves cover his arms, but it's the chest piece I keep coming back to. A skull on top of a lion. It accentuates the strength of his core, the strength of the man standing in front of me. My gaze slides dow

I stared at him in shock as he slowly removed his shirt, staring at me with his bare chest. “This is what you saw." I gasped, my jaw dropping as I took in the scene. My mouth was wide open as I looked at his tattooed chest. He is definitely the guy in the picture. The tattoo was that of a wolf. Its head spread across his chest, attached with a little horn. The tattoo covered his chest, down to his alb, and stopped before his navel. Adrian was fucking hot. He was so handsome and smelled sweet. My eyes moved from his chest up to his face; he was just looking at me.

“…I’m going to see the tattoo on your hand, right? I doubt she’d force you to rub it off while it’s still healing.” “I doubt she’d even see it.” Gryphon hissed a sigh. He then stopped at a design. “This should look good enough. It’s rather simple and would heal faster.” “You really like simplistic lion art, don’t you?” Andrea chuckled and looked through her book to find an eagle that looked similar in style. “Can I ask them to just copy the wreath and put this eagle head instead? They can do that, right?” Gryphon nodded, but he answered softly upon hearing the owner discussing with someone outside. “I like simple designs because I’m not fond of a literal lion. If I was, you should have eaten