Tattoo Kiss Novels & Stories

The cool surface pressed against my heated skin, a stark contrast to the fire burning between us. With a hunger that matched my own, Nick spread my legs, deepening our kiss as he explored every inch of my mouth. Our eyes met, a silent exchange of desire passing between us as we lost ourselves in the heat of the moment. Slowly, Nick began to peel off his shirt, revealing the sculpted muscles and defined abs beneath. My breath caught in my throat as I caught sight of the tattoo adorning his chest, a symbol of his heritage, a mark of his lineage and the Sokolov name.

I whisper hoarsely. We wordlessly cling to each other for a couple of minutes, letting our bodies calm down from their pleasurable peak. I love it when his hands run soothingly up and down my back in relaxing circles. Closing my eyes, I lay a few light kisses on the ball of his shoulder and rest my head on it. After a few moments, we pull back slightly and gaze into each other’s eyes. My fingers caress his jaw and neck until they stop at his tattoo. I’ve always wondered what the tattoo meant. “Amor Vicint Omnia. What does it mean?”

Do you accept me as your chosen, will you willingly give yourself to me? “Yes!” I moan out loud lost in the intense passion. ‘Give me your hand with my mark we need to seal our vow of commitment.’ I lift my hand and he releases his left hand from my back and grabs a hold of it, still holding me close with his right. He softly places a kiss on my wrist on top of the strange tattoo that appeared when we first met, before gently placing my hand to his neck where his mirrored tattoo rested. Then he lifted me up by my waist lifting me up higher until I was hovering just above his swollen cock.

In the end, the beauty of the tattoo and the man’s natural seductiveness caused her to gently feel the tattoo… and after a while, she was unable to stop herself from giving it a kiss… Instantly flinching from her action, Zivon said, “…Hey. Are you for real?” Xavia, for one, had only kissed the tattooed flower because she was touched. After all, the logo was a symbol of how much they loved each other. However, based on his tone, she realized that she must have gotten him all antsy again. With that, she sat up before replying, “Hmm? No idea what you’re inferring, but whatever the case is, I’m sure you’ll hold yourself back for me, right…?” “…Are you seriously trying to get me all hot and steam

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

It felt like walking a tightrope over fire — one wrong move, and I would fall, consumed by flames. I watched him, mesmerized. His body was lean, sculpted, every muscle defined, every tattoo a story. He had new ones. Three, to be exact. One was our birth date. Another was “Lii,” written in a design I had once doodled, combining our names. The third was a phrase — “You're mine” — written in my handwriting, with my thumbprint etched beside it. I traced on his “You’re mine” tattoo, which was below Lii on his chest and gently kissed it. I could feel his heart throb under my touch.

"Please don't tease me too much." He rolls his eyes before bringing his lips towards mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. I push him back on the bed causing him to land underneath me. I straddle his hips and lean down, running my tongue along the line of his jaw. I trail kisses down his throat before get closer to his body. I nibble on it, earning a moan from Romano. "You know I've been wanting to do that since the moment I saw your tattoo."

“You’re not up for teasing right now, are you?” Trey shook his head and panted. Zane was going to do it anyway. Sliding off the couch, he kneeled on the carpet to nip and kiss Trey’s hipbone. Trey had a sexy muscle that swooped and fell around it. Zane mouthed his way along it until he reached Trey’s dragon. With a little prayer that he hurt him the right amount, he pulled his tongue across the slightly hotter skin where the tattoo artist had performed his magic. Once he’d left a trail of wetness, he blew on it.

“Bond me, Daisy-girl.” I stared at his pale tattooed skin. Nobody would be able to see my mark with all those tattoos covering his skin. “What’s wrong?” he asked, brushing strands of hair from my face. “You don’t have to.” I could tell that he didn’t mean it. He wanted me to mark him. To sink my teeth into his skin. Shaking my head, I placed my hands on the side of his neck and pressed my lips to his. He allowed me control of the kiss which was perfect. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and traced the inside of his lip with my tongue.

Beside her stood a young woman in a loose sweater, holding a baby boy no older than a year in her arms. On her left ring finger was a simple band, nearly identical to ours.