Rose Collarbone Tattoo Novels & Stories

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

"I have a favor to ask." "What is it?" Lorenzo's voice sounded tired. "Your tattoo… the one on your arm…" My heart skipped a beat. Lorenzo had an iris tattooed on his forearm. My favorite flower. A symbol of our love. "The iris?" Lorenzo asked. “Yes,” Cassandra’s voice was a venomous sugar. “Every time I see it, it’s a reminder… of her. Can’t you just… cover it up? For me?” A long silence. I held my breath, waiting.

Dane replied dryly, batting his hands away. “Boys,” Jessica said, “you’re both pretty. Now shut up.” Surprisingly, they both did. “Look closely at his wrist, where the cloak rides up for a moment.” Caelum whispered in my ears, his hot breath fanning my cheek. I leaned closer to the screen, then like a light bulb turned on in a dark room, I could suddenly see it, a tattoo of a bird in a triangle, “Oh, I see it now!” I exclaimed excitedly.

Colin asked, taking her other hand, making her turn fully towards him. “I feel fine. Why?” she asked with furrowed brows. “I already marked you.” He smiled and held up her hand. All our jaws dropped. On the inside of her wrist was what looked like a new tattoo. It was a very delicate design of lace with jewels made to look like they were hanging down towards her fingers. It was all in the shape of a crown with a soft blue flame behind it. “How did…” She started but he finished her thought for her. “I know that you wouldn’t reject me? When you were telling your sister about not being worried about the whole mixed species thing.” He shrugged.

"Look at the tattoo on your chest, Julian. Tell everyone what it means." He instinctively covered his chest, then, as if to prove a point, ripped open his shirt. The iris tattoo was still there, but it had been altered. A high-definition close-up appeared on the screen beside him. Where the heart of the flower should have been… was a small, sharp dagger. The Rosso family crest. A collective gasp swept through the pews. "No… that's not possible…" Julian stared down at his own chest, as if seeing the change for the very first time.

“Do I make you unhappy?” I swallowed, shaking my head. “No,” He kissed me deep and slowly before he pulled me apart, and I rested my head back on his chest, running the tip of my finger through every fascinating masterpiece on his chest. His torso was covered in black and white tattoos, from a Madonna and child on his stomach to a dagger weaving through his collarbone from shoulder to shoulder. A cross on one of his pecs and a rose on the other. A domed church on his side. A lighthouse on his left arm and on his right arm, below his bullet wound, was a familiar tattoo in red. I'd seen it on Savio's arm as well.

"Are you a billionaire?" He looked surprised, then tipped his head back and barked with laughter. She grinned as his Adam's apple bobbed and the tattoos on his neck stood out stark against his pale skin. Despite their harsh origins and the depictions of death, she loved them, particularly the rose peeking from the top of his chest. When he was shirtless, the rose extended down, across his heart, crisscrossing with the Koba family crest. Her name was written in cursive across the top of the rose, which was only partially open, its petals peeking out in delicate supplication.

Then he reaches for the hem of his own shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion. I’ve seen him shirtless a thousand times. Memorized every line of muscle, every scar from a childhood he rarely talks about. But I’ve never seen this. Over his left ribcage, directly above his heart, is a tattoo. Fresh, still slightly red at the edges, covered in a thin layer of protective film. A single white rose, rendered in exquisite detail. Petals unfurling, delicate and luminous against his skin. Thorns subtle but present, wrapping the stem in elegant black ink. Beneath it, in small, precise script:

“Yes what?” “Yes s-sir.” I shivered, my orbs scanning his chest which heaved in lust. Ink covering his body. The type of ink you could trace your fingers on. His tattoos were beautiful and elegant. My eyes latched on a specific tattoo on his collarbone, -- Wings embedded in a thorny rose. And a writing just beneath it which said, -- Alis volat propriis. I wonder what it means? Humming, his darkened greys met mine again. The hand which was on my waist now slowly travelled towards my ass.

I was shocked how much the small tattoo affected me, the beautiful white rose a reminder of all things pure and decent contrasted by the red banner crossing the stem bearing the words 'bad girl. "Gage. What's wrong?" Scarlet moved into a sitting position. She smiled at the technician as she glanced over her shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse. "Thank you." "The redness will go away in a day or two," the technician said as he pointed toward a mirror in the corner. "Hand mirror over there if you'd like to see. Looks nice on you." I couldn't take my eyes off the fresh ink, the mark located just below her hip. "We need to get back. Nothing's wrong."