Sternum Between Breast Tattoos Novels & Stories

What she said was still ringing in my head. He had a tattoo of a crest on his back and another of three spades on the skin at his lower back directly above his left butt cheek. I was never into bad boys. I didn't like their vibe or the energy around them. I could live with a bike or a small tattoo but not the ones Jane described or the piercing in his left nipple. I mean, who in their right mind pierces their nipple? I couldn't fathom how someone as sweet, good, and adorable as Nancy could have a grandkid like that.

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."

I squatted down, having her step out of it. "Keep the heels on." I told her, finding her naked form in only heels hot as hell. She nodded with a deep blush as she bit her lip. My dick twitched in my pants with all the blood flowing to it. Seeing her like this made me all kinds of excited. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt with one hand as she watched me hungrily. I watched her the entire time, admiring her body. I finally saw the new tatto she had gotten on her ribs, adding to her sleeve. It was a pink breast cancer ribbon with the name mom written in it. She had added it for her mother.

Under her left breast, I can see the infinity sign, followed by the Japanese writing she has tattooed on her. I’ve asked what it means countless times, but she never told me once. My eyes linger on it for a second too long before averting my gaze back to her. “Nothing yet, huh?” She says, tugging at the thin straps. She drags them slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. Her hand moves to her back, unhooking her bra. It falls, revealing her full, firm breasts. breasts, breasts I’ve touched and tasted before. Ruth drags off her thong, stepping out of it, leaving her completely naked.

Then she took a good look at his tattoos. Her gaze traced the ink that stretched across his chest, dark and patterned against his golden skin. The tattoo sprawled over his left pectoral, a fierce black wolf, its eyes red and dangerous, as if it could leap off his skin and bare its fangs at her. The details were breathtaking, each strand of fur etched with perfection.

“I need to change.” I did, but the driver adjusted the rearview mirror, leering. “Hey. Eyes on the road,” I snapped. One moment, shorts and a T-shirt. The next, a sleeveless, backless dress with a neckline plunging to her navel. I was about to say something about her clothing choice, but my attention caught on her arm. That’s when I saw it - the tattoo. Still red and swollen. Same style, size, and color as Sareena’s, but where Sareena’s said Love / Family, hers read Love / Hate. If you weren’t looking closely, you’d miss it.

Celeste seemed to be confused at the tattoo on my chest. She had been glaring at the few girls and even a guy or two who stared at me when I took my shirt off but now she was staring at the tattoo that was placed close to my heart on my chest. She reached out and gently ran her finger across the ink, sending sparks through my body.

I asked as the pressure increased inside me causing me to moan wantonly. “His knot is settling inside you, bite him,” she demanded me. I lifted my head and neared my mark. Sinking my canines I heard Conri howl and felt my insides churning at something coating my insides. My body was tight against his knot and quivering internally caused me to feel intoxicated. Licking my mark I fell back on the pillow panting hard and Conri rested his forehead on my own. My chest started to hurt, confusing me until I glanced down and saw the intricate filigree tattoo that weaved itself across the top of my breasts, down both of my arms, and stopping at my elbows.