Romantic Skull Couple Tattoos Novels & Stories

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

The tattoo was of a floating skull with thorns coming out of the eye socket and the hole for the ears. It was truly an interesting depiction, I thought to myself, and started to flick his nipple until he woke up. The part that woke up, however, was his dick, not him, making me laugh and lightly smack at him until his eyes fluttered open. "Am I not going to see this Roman?" I asked, wondering when we would go.

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

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.

I snuggled onto Kristrin as my back rested on my chest and his hand circled around my shoulder, we were cuddled up in the tub together. He had wanted to surprise me and I had to say I was very much surprised to see roses scattered around the entire bath with scented candles, I found it romantic but while we were enjoying our moment together I couldn't help but be drawn to the tattoos on his body, especially while we made love. Over the years I've seen Kristrin have multiple tattoos but this particular one was new and I was sure of it even though he had plenty. "It's a Chinese tattoo but when translated, means Bella." He nibbled on my ears in a seductive manner.

Then he stuck his thumb against my clit and I let out a squeal. “Okay, okay I hope you like it!” and lifted up my black vest top before grabbing my breasts. The tattoo was underneath my breasts. It represented two braided pieces of rope intertwined leading from each side, underneath my breath to meet in the middle. “It’s called a lover’s knot,” I said. I felt his cock harden against my ass. “I thought you might like it.” “I fucking love it. Kate, fuck that’s hot,” he growled as he urged me to climb on top of him.

She groaned. "Seven." Enzo had already woken up before she did. He woke up at 4 in the morning and watched her sleep. At first, she was a bit mortified but got a hang of it eventually. He liked watching her sleep. She buried her face into his neck and felt his muscles flex. Her fingertips circled around the tattoo on his chest. An intricate picture of a skull laying on a full-bloomed lily. "What does this tattoo mean?" "Life and Death." He said as he resumed stroking her. A shiver ran up her spine when he traced the twin dimples of her lower back.

The sensation of her around me, combined with the sting of the tattoo, sends an overwhelming rush of pleasure through me. With each careful stroke of the needle, she traces a new design onto my chest. The symbol, unique and powerful, reflects the merging of our lives. Her concentration is intense, but I can see the love in her eyes, feel it in the way her body moves against mine. This mark isn’t just for the world to see; it’s a testament to us—our bond, our passion, our forever.

~Cassius~ The wedding looks dreadful, worse than anything I've ever seen. I slip the ring onto my husband's finger and he does the same, except he isn't paying any attention. I guess he doesn't want this marriage either. Vito's knuckles are covered with bruises and scraped skin. An inky 3D tattoo of a snake with its tongue jutting out peeks at me from underneath his sleeve.

I tried to play it off. He scoffed at my answer, making me laugh because it was such an obvious lie. I did take my sweet time checking him out at the engagement party. It was not every day I got to see a man that beautiful. I rested my head on his chest as I traced his skull tattoo with my fingertips. It was a truly captivating work of art, the way the hooded skull wore a crown atop its head, its colossal angel wings adding an enchanting touch. I raised my head, frowning as I stared at the crown, trying to figure out whether my eyes were playing tricks on me.