Spine Beautiful Female Back Tattoos Novels & Stories

Willpower and the smell… So instead, I purposely take my time with the massage. Her skin feels like silk beneath my fingers. I've been in a constant state of arousal since this afternoon when she first fell through those doors. Her soft moans and quiet sighs of contentment are not doing anything to help the situation either. And by situation, I mean the raging hard on I have for this girl right now. As I work my way down her bruised back my fingers touch over puckered flesh that has been covered by an intricate tattoo of various flowers, none that I could identify other than a rose, with butterflies and hummingbirds.

He looked enticing with his furrowed brows and serious pout. What the heck, girl?! I mentally pinched myself as I tried to avoid the fact that Jordan himself was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I tried my best not to look, but I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on his back. It was a full scale dragon - I noticed that the end of its tail could be found on the base of his nape, its body running down the length of his spine then going around his right hip, its head disappearing just beside his crotch.

“Let’s move to the bed.” She nodded, not saying anything else, and I stood, grabbing the towel before reaching out to help her out of the tub. Then, I wrapped her up gently, the fabric swallowing her delicate frame, and got my own towel to dry off. When we stepped out, Rosentine unwrapped herself and started drying her body, and I just… stared for a second, especially when I noticed the tattoo on her back. I’d seen it before, but I didn’t realize it went all the way down. It was a mountain landscape, trees and moonlight, with a wolf howling in the center, the ink dark and striking on her skin.

I understood his reaction, and so did Nico because Sienna hasn’t just earned her stripes as a Dragonetti woman. She had her back tattooed like us; the Dragonetti dragon splayed over the entirety of her back. I remember how painful it felt when I got it since we had to do at least 5 sessions, but this woman endured it. She endured the blade when they cut her, now, she endured the needle as it marked her. If there was anyone worthy of calling a badass, it would be Sienna. Dante breaks off their kiss and spins her around, admiring the tattoo on her back.

Broad shoulders, a strong back, and lean muscles that moved fluidly beneath his skin. But what drew her attention were the tattoos—bold, inky marks of wolves in various stances: howling, running, fighting. The artistry was mesmerizing, blending into patterns and symbols she didn’t recognize. They snaked over his shoulders, down his spine, and across his ribs. Her breath hitched, and before she could stop herself, her gaze traveled lower—down the taut muscles of his back to the narrow dip of his waist. Heat crept up her cheeks as her heart began to race.

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

But just as the cabin comes into view, I see Ruin stepping out of the bathroom, a towel slung around his waist. My mouth falls open as I catch a glimpse of his body; muscular, each curve and contour defined in a way that speaks of raw strength, but not the cosmetic type. The inverted colors of my vision don’t do justice to his real hues, but they reveal enough to leave me awestruck. The most striking feature, however, is the tattoo that covers his entire back. Even in the negative spectrum, it’s a mesmerizing sight—a horned devil woman, intricate and detailed, dominating his skin. There are also what seem like scars criss-crossing the tattoo.

He looked to the left and right but he could no longer see the rest of his group. Ben walked up behind a young couple who were arguing or rather the man was hissing angrily at the woman. She couldn't have been more than twenty five, maybe 5' 6" and her taller gangly boyfriend wasn't much older. They both wore an array of body jewellery with piercings in their nose, ears, eyebrows, lips, and tongues. The woman, whose bosom was... generous, wore a small halter top which exposed her trim arms, shoulders, most of her back and her flat stomach so her tattoos were in plain sight. While Ben would never consider getting a tattoo of his own he thought the woman's Japanese stylized art of a cherry tre

Her reason had already evaporated. That was when Belle’s half-lidded gaze caught something on Bastian’s left hip. The skin there was still red and irritated, where the tattoo artist had just injected fresh black ink. A small silhouette was etched there. A sparrow with its wings spread. Belle’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened as she stared at the new tattoo, then lifted her gaze back to Bastian with stunned disbelief. “You… tattooed that?” she whispered. Her finger trembled as she pointed toward Bastian’s hip without daring to touch it. “On your body?”

Henry looked at me quietly, his voice so low and hoarse it barely sounded human. “Where?” I lifted a finger and shakily pointed a little lower on my back, toward those faintly visible indentations. It was an extremely private and extremely sensitive place. “I… I want to tattoo it on my lower back.” The moment the words left my mouth, I saw Henry’s pitch-black pupils contract sharply, narrowing to needle points. The sudden sense of danger made my skin prickle. … “Whoa… Who’s excited?” “Lower back! So scandalous!”