Tattoo Kiss Novels & Stories

Jackson, “Ink” Thompson, a tattoo artist, and rugged biker with a hidden desire, finds himself irresistibly drawn to Elliot, his charismatic Latino photographer. “I’m so hard for YOU.” Ink confesses his longing after a shared joint, and Elliot meets his confession with a hunger that matches his own. Their lips meet in a tender, hungry kiss, igniting a passion that burns brighter than the winter night. #TattooArtistRomance #BikerLove #HiddenDesires #InterracialRomance #PassionateEncounter #LGBTQRomance #WinterPassion #TenderKiss #IrresistibleAttraction #SharedDesire

He leaned closer and kissed both her eyes. "I will make everything right, princess," he promised against her lips before crushing them once again. Sabrina let out a small groan in her sleep and turned to her side, allowing him a glimpse of her tattoo. Due to her werewolf instincts the pain had already healed. He traced the initial of his name with his fingertips. A smile swept across his face. She defied all the social norms and engraved his name into her skin. His sweet little vixen. The man couldn't resist kissing her tattoo.

My wolf released her scent to toy with his, and a demonic growl escaped his lips, vibrating against mine as I swallowed it, feeding him back a soft moan. Alexander walked us backward, sitting on the bed before he broke the kiss to lie us back. My hungry mouth dropped, kissing over where my name was tattooed beneath his ribcage. It was the only tattoo beneath his pecks since the other words trailed down his sides, sliding around his back. Kissing my way to his nipple, I teased it with my tongue as his hands slid through my hair.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

“I offer something she hasn’t done before. A guy, who is a total romantic. I know him well, he wouldn’t kiss easily. He believes in true love and pure souls… You get my point. “ Your_Rock had written, and I hated him after this comment added to the dirty hints he made under my last story. My stomach began to hurt by the thought I had to kiss someone innocent and lie to Jason, this romantic guy, and even to myself. As soon as my drink touched the counter, I gulped it and nodded to the barman for another. “This sounds like a good challenge. Only a fool would reject Allura for a one-night stand, but a relationship guy sounds hard. I vote for him,” No_Joker agreed. “Yeah, kiss this guy, Allura.”

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I was in such a haze; I didn’t really appreciate his dark shirt, a few buttons undone, revealing what I’m sure is a tattoo on his chest that I’ve never seen before. “When did you get a tattoo?” I question. He doesn’t say a word, staring at me in a way that I can’t read as anything but lust. I gulp from the alpha look in his eyes as he stalks toward me and kisses me. This kiss is brutal, passionate and explorative with every stroke, and I’m so distracted that I don’t notice we have gone anywhere in the shadows until the heavy dance music fills my ears. The heat of the room presses against my bare skin, and the mixture of so many scents overwhelms me. Atlas’ lips trace down my jaw, and he kiss

"I can print your name all over my body. That's just a tiny space" He said nothing. Just kept staring at me as his thumb rubbed on the tattoo. "This is the permanent symbol that I'm only yours" He tried to speak, parting his lips but his reactions were saying that he was out of words. But I could see the bliss in his eyes and it was enough for me. The next moment, he leaned down and kissed my breast over the tattoo. I closed my eye in sensation. "It might hurt, no?", he asked. "A bit", murmured.

I opened my eyes, giving him a petulant look. " I found the perfect tattoo," he smiled, moving my hair out of the way and running his fingertips along a line behind my left ear, "I'm going to do it right here, little delicate blood-colored roses. Beautiful and with sharp thorns, just like you.” I took a deep breath, biting my lips, trying in vain to keep my body from reacting to him, then giving up. Bringing my hands to the back of his neck, I pulled him back to me, lying down on the gurney as I kissed him. Joshua brought both hands to the hem of the long t-shirt I had borrowed as soon as we got back from the cafeteria, lifting it without any hesitation.

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.