Tatto Lengan Novels & Stories

She knows the piece well. It’s a beautiful peacock-like bird, but it was orange and red, a phoenix. There are lilies trailing behind it in a sweeping line across her back, each with a name cleverly hidden in the stamens. Her tattoo sleeves look like smoke is rising from between her fingers and curling around her arms and up to and around her shoulders. The tattoos on her arms meet up with the back piece, connecting it all together. She’s had this tattoo for years, unaware of the irony.

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

~Lila~ With unblinking eyes, I watch Ryder peel the tight black T-shirt from his body, revealing an incredible work of masculine art to me slowly. My helpless gaze caresses the bulges of his shoulders, lingers on his meaty biceps, devours the tight slabs of his pectorals, and widens at the sight of his rippling abdomen above low-slung jeans. The sight of that tattoo crawling up his ribs in Japanese transfixes me. Though it had to have hurt like a bitch, it is oddly beautiful on his bronzed skin.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

To prepare, Lena sanitized the area and laid out her equipment. "Okay, let's get you comfortable," Lena said, patting the tattoo table. "Lie down, please." I settled onto the table, adjusting my position to expose my abdomen. Lena gently lifted my shirt, securing it with clips. "Comfortable?" I nodded. Malcolm moved closer, his eyes locked on mine. "Are you sure about this?" I smiled reassuringly. "Yes." Lena began transferring the design onto my skin, her touch light. As she worked, Malcolm's gaze never wavered, his eyes burning with intensity. "Ready?" Lena asked, picking up her tattoo machine.

I'd effortlessly paint her body and miss no single spot. My gaze trail up the array of roses that line her left leg. It's almost like a full garden, starting halfway up her hip, spreading as it ascends, scattering on the side of her left butt cheek where a little switchblade lies in a dark background. The tattoo continues above her waistline where the edges are a little finer, a little sharper and this time, there are thorns woven between each bloom, blood dripping down a few sharp tips. This addition ends just below her left breast, very close to her heart.

Summer’s fingers shook as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the top by his throat. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck and knew that he was fighting the urge to bite her. He remained motionless, waiting for her to move further. She could feel the tension increase as she slowly made her way down, gradually releasing each button to display his muscular chest. Her eyes were transfixed by an emerging tattoo. On his sternum was tired tree branches that spread off in every direction. As she pushed her hand to open more of his shirt the patterns changed towards his arms which took a haunted vein and shattered glass appearance. On the end of some of the branches had numerous nam

He faced away from her and stood. Lily’s eyes grew wide as he rose naked from the river depths. The bare muscles of his back moved with such grace and fluidity that his tanned skin glistened with water droplets in the moonlight. A johnson tattoo of a dragon snaked over his spine. Wide shoulders tapered down into a lean waist. She followed the lines of the ink on his back, which only brought her sight lower to the two delectable dimples just above his perfectly muscled…

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

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.