Tattoo Kiss Novels & Stories

she teased, biting her lip as she lifted the fabric of his shirt, until something between his tattoos, near his chest, caught her attention "Hey, wait... What is it?" "I told you." he smiled, as she ran her fingers over the new tattoo on his skin that was still no more than a few lines without shading or depth, but she could already understand what image it was forming "We, wolves, have the habit of immortalizing those we love in our skins. And it's been too long for me to do this with the person I love most." Hunter kissed her temple "So while I was having a long meeting with the cougars today, I ended up asking one of the pack's tattoo artists to do the first sketch for me. Don't worry, it

She felt his love, his devotion, his fierce, protective hunger, pouring into her through that single point of contact. The stone flared brightly, and when it faded, it was gone. In its place, on her wrist, was a mark—a delicate, silver tattoo of interlocking wolves, their forms spiraling into an infinity symbol. It glowed faintly for a moment, then settled into her skin, a permanent, beautiful declaration. Dante lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the mark. When he looked up, his eyes were bright with something that might have been tears. "Mine," he breathed, the word no longer a claim, but a prayer.

Our skin makes a clapping sound as it connects over and over. Panting, my jaw clenches as I tug her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. She gasps as our tongues collide and her back presses against my chest. The kiss is wet and sloppy, hot and heavy all at once. Her eyes roll back before her head drops down again. Our bodies mold together perfectly. "Fuck, Crayvin. Yes, just like that," she cries out. My name is a whimper on her tongue. I bite back a groan and my breath hitches as my eyes focus on her tattoo. I drop my head and place a kiss on the black ink, my breathing erratic and hot against her skin.

This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life. Gabe gently pulled away, just long enough to look at me with those glowing green eyes. Then he leaned in again. Our lips parted this time and the kiss became more passionate, with our tongues delicately dancing. My hands drifted up his back. I could feel the definition of his muscles, even over his shirt, and it turned me on even more. I wanted to feel his naked skin, his firm body, all of him and all at once. This is what I've wanted for so long, I thought. And I want so much more.

Then she opened the door and alighted. “Baby do you have classes now or —,” “I don’t have classes today, from here I gotta hangout with my guys,feel free to call me to drop you off after school if you want. Okay? I love you so much.” Tommy said as she looked back and pouted his mouth ready for a kiss as she was alone at the back since her best friend alighted already. “I love you too baby, muahhhh!” Mirabel as she gave him a quick French kiss. “Thank you baby.” She said immediately after the kiss.

WHEN Zoe’s lips met his lips, a bomb suddenly exploded inside her. The kiss is familiar, and so is his touch. She knew that her body recognized it. He was the man whom she let have her that night two years ago. She can’t forget that tribal tattoo design covering his left chest and shoulder. The room that night is dim, but the tattoo shines through the dark.

Which was new and confusing, I had no time to process what just happened because he repeated the action when he switched to the other breast. After paying enough attention to my breasts, he moved back up to my lips. I was tagging at his shirt. He pulled away and took it off without breaking eye contact and kissed me again. I moaned when I felt his n!pples brush against mine and our skins rubbing against each other. His hand moved down and began to rub through the fabric of my panties and I held onto his shoulder and dug my nails when I felt a build up.

When I finally came down from my high, I looked up to see him smiling down at me, his eyes filled with love and desire. “I can't believe your mine,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from pleasure. “You better love or I'm going to have to tattoo it on your skin.” he replied, his voice equally rough but his eyes gleamed with mischief as his dark hair fell in front of his face. And then he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, sealing our love with a kiss that was as hot and passionate as the sex we had just shared as he slipped his cock inside me once again. "MINE."

I bring my fingers to my lips, as if they would still be moist, or warm, or any indication that the kiss happened, and it was not in my mind. Squinting my eyes now, as if it would help me remember, as if it would force the memories to the forefront of my mind. “You think I don’t know that? I’m curious Hosea, what do you think of me?” I tried to flirt, even raising my brows, I have no idea how it looked at the end. “You assume I think of you.” The tattoo artist remained silent, even as he switched to mine, and Hosea’s hand firmly held mine, occasionally stroking the back of my hand with his thumb, it had been difficult to concentrate, it was maddening and very distracting. I didn’t even feel

She pushed him away, confused by the feelings, his touch evoked. "what's that?" he asked, locking his lips and pretending not to notice her discomfort, curious about the tattoo meaning. "A knot," she replied. "To show how twisted you are? he asked, confused on why it had to be a knot she tattooed on her neck. "To show how strong I am," she defended. "A figure-of- eight knot, the hardest to undo." "There's no knot too hard for me to undo, just by kissing their tattoos, girls loosen up," he whispered closely.