Roman Numeral Tattoos Novels & Stories

The smooth velvety warm caramel skin clung to seductive massive curves of muscle, trailing up to broad full shoulders Outlined in what appeared to be intricate golden tattoo ink in hieroglyphic patterns some I recognized like the Ankh the Egyptian representation of life on his rose gold armored gauntlets, others were completely unrecognizable to me with their intricate curves. My eyes slowly traced his tattoos the odd tribal patterns leading from his wrist up to his forearm up his biceps disappearing beneath his armor. Each new glimpse of his body sending my pulse through the roof. I could barely breathe with the way he was holding me so close to his chest. As I looked up at the face of my r

I take in a sharp breath at the feeling it gives me, he props himself up on the headboard and sighs. "Six." He says softly, "Mom, Myles, Trevor, our infertility, what are the other two for?" His eyes wander from the marks on my thighs up to my face. I blow out a soft breath and focus my attention on the tattoo above his head. The moon, surrounded by words in Spanish. For she tamed the beast, guided by the moon. I trace my fingers over the meaningful tattoo and don't dare look Ramon in the eye. "Bravo." My voice is low- "because I'm not the wolf he needs me to be," my head slowly drops and I let my eyes land on Ramon's.

He had expected a crowd but was proven wrong, and he felt it was much better this way because he could have some private time with her. “The ladies’ room is over there,” Nicholas said, pulling off his robe and draping it over a chair. With only a pair of swimming trunks on, he revealed his well-built chest and those perfectly defined abdominal muscles. His legs were strong and muscular, and on his left side, there was a Roman numeral tattoo: ​ V•V•MCMLXXXVIII ​ “Curious about my tattoo? You’re staring quite hard, Portia,” he asked with a smile. ​

“Yes. The intricate markings on his arms and neck. The ones that make him look a bit more aesthetically pleasing than he actually is.” I frown, remembering the beautiful markings that snake up his arms to his neck. “They’re… beautiful. Intricate. Ancient-looking, like something out of a medieval text. I figured Silver Lake has a really talented, whimsical-inclined tattoo artist.” Roman laughs quietly under his breath. “You could say that. But those markings aren’t just ink, Olivia. They’re seals.” I turn to him, confused, my earlier pain forgotten. “Seals? Like, to keep something locked up?”

- he said, looking at his body in surprise and a little indignantly. Beneath that gorgeous abs were muscular, strong thighs, and in the back, firm and firm... erm... well... just like a nut! And above this very bottom part of the nut was ... Tattoo! All the way back!!! She went from the very bottom of the back to the cervical vertebrae, slightly touching the shoulders. The tattoo, which was most surprising, was black and red and depicted some symbols, the meaning of which he did not know. There was also an inscription in a language that no one but the initiates knows. Alrian.

Her mesmerizing and radiant beauty and the graceful curve of her figure, a captivating silhouette, drew his gaze like a moth to a flame. Her eyes, akin to liquid emerald pools, shimmered in the light, and he found himself ensnared in her eyes – where he felt the intoxicating pull of drowning within their captivating depths. Yet, it was the way she ogled at him that stole his breath away. Her eyes fixated on his tattoos, drawn to the intricate details inked into his skin. On his left arm, the Celtic Knot work with Fangs unfolded a captivating narrative, where fangs seamlessly blended with ancient Celtic motifs. The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within

He lapped it all up greedily, not stopping until I was trembling and oversensitive, begging him to ease up. Rising, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes blazing with triumph. "That's just the appetizer, pet. Now, for the main course." He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing inch by inch of his sculpted torso. My breath caught—his chest was a masterpiece, rippling muscles dusted with dark hair, but what stole my focus were the tattoos. A intricate sleeve on his right arm, swirling patterns of thorns and flames that spoke of pain and passion, wrapping around his bicep like a warning. Another on his left pec—a snarling wolf, fierce and untamed, symbolizing the beast within. And

He remained still and often engaged in a small chat with me to show that he was all right for I was a bit agitated as I scanned the way his skin bruised and bled. When she wipes away the excess drops of his blood in completion I examine the tattoo over his red puffed skin. It consists of a total of four elements beginning with a wide circle and inside the circle are two equally beautiful but distinct flowers and one crown. Perhaps from an outsider's view, it would seem like a feminine design one that females would prefer and definitely not Phobos. But he said there was a meaning behind it and I am utterly interested. "Thank you. I shall return in a few days to get the rest finished."

Before we parted, he kissed my cheek and told me that my wolf will always protect me. “You promise?” I asked him back then. He linked his pinky with mine. “Always.” I laughed and told him we should make it official somehow. So we drew a ridiculous little symbol together: a wolf under a crescent moon surrounded by flowers. “I will tattoo this for you on my back," he had said. I completely forgot about it afterward. But Roman… Roman tattoo is… My throat goes dry. Why would he… No. It can't be him. Roman glances over his shoulder when he notices my silence and he catches me staring. His expression changes slightly.

“A red tattoo depicting a wolf, an axe and a sword?” Roman looked at her, furrowing his brows. “Yes. How did you know that?” “That’s because I’ve seen him before.”