Sternum Between Breast Tattoos Novels & Stories

Letting go of Samantha’s hand, I watch as she positions herself on the chair before I move closer so I can stand next to her. “Great,” Dante murmurs. “I was told you want a tattoo of shaded bricks with a flower growing out of them.” Samantha nods. “And I want the words ‘stronger than ever’ over the bricks as if it’s graffiti.” Dante nods, then asks, “Where do you want the tattoo?” Her features tighten, and she looks more nervous than usual as she gestures at her side. When I realize it will be a couple of inches beneath her breast, there’s a burst of jealousy in my chest because Dante will be working close to what I consider mine.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

But using silver made the normal pain of getting a tattoo about a hundred times worse. And she didn't just have one cute little heart or flower on her belly. No, she had a stunning Phoenix nestled between her breasts, its wings fanning out over her pert mounds, but designed so that the flesh around her nipples was left untouched- looking as though they were peeking out alluringly from behind the bird. And if that were not enough visual titillation, the tail of the bird curled around the entire left side of her torso and flared out into beautiful swirls and tail feathers covering her belly. Like her nipples, the skin around her belly button was left untouched revealing an enticing belly butto

Her completely naked body was now facing her man’s view. “What’s the matter, baby?” She eyed him carefully up and down and her gaze stopped on his muscular chest. She starred at that part for a few minutes. On his chest had appeared a new black tattoo in the shape of the letter ‘S’. It was surrounded by nine different greek characters.

With that, he stood up and walked towards the door letting the man in. The man instantly sat in the set next to the bed then started tattooing my skin. I hated the fact that I was being tattooed unwillingly but I stayed as still as a tomb. The bulky man was tattooing me right below my left collarbone or just above the swell of my left breast. The sting of the needle irritated my skin and I fought the urge to itch on the spot while the man was still tattooing. It was useless though as my hands were still tied to the bedpost.

The package barely contained within adds to the sight. His body is a canvas of tattoos, showcased for all to see. A flock of blood-red swallows soar across the mast of two pirate ships, symmetrically placed near his collarbones. Between them, a half-skull is inked on his sternum. A candle burns at his wrist, with smoke billowing up his forearm and bicep, forming another skull and crossbones on his shoulder. There are more tattoos, all in shades of black and gray, except for the colorful birds. They are truly striking.

It's such a natural movement, I rest my hand on her hip and it feels like my heart has stopped beating. "You're getting a tattoo? Where?" My voice is soft now, surprisingly so and she opens her phone, showing me a picture of a woman's torso. The tattoo is tribal like mine, but running from under the boob, to the waist, then changing direction over her hip and down under the woman's underwear. "It's nice, but it's big." "Too big?" She glances at me, her eyes flickering all over my face, trying to judge my reaction.

It's where all the ceremonies in Golden Crest took place, yet we're devouring each other beside it. Her back arched, pressing her warmth against it. "Rhys,” she breathed, her hands reaching into my hair. I explored her body, tracing my lips everywhere and nowhere. That's when I noticed a tattoo under her breasts. I had never seen it before. It shone bright under the moonlight. It was crescent-shaped. “This is beautiful,” I muttered as I teased, wondering how I'd never seen it before. She gasped, “What is?” I showed her the tattoo and her eyes widened. “When did that get here?”

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.