Tatuajes Para Un Amor Secreto Mga Nobela at Kwento

the Priest explained, keeping his head down. The neck tattoo. The tattoo Asher had gotten a few months after we started dating. Just like the necklace. It was a moon tattoo carved around a sun, and he had told me he made the tattoo specifically for me. The bastard had done it to hide his infidelity! “And Lina’s? If it is a sign of mates betraying each other, does it mean she has a mate?” Chase asked. “That I can't say. But it doesn't necessarily have to be that way. She cheated with a mated man, and that alone is a reason to have the branded mark as well.”

I want to imprint my love on his soul like an invisible tattoo, lurking behind the shadows of my wonders and make Jeremy speak magic out of my love. And that will only happen if he will let himself be tattoed by me, which, I know, is very impossible to happen.

“Do you Mr Mason De Luan, take Miss Sierra Nevada Belle Claudio as your lawfully wife? Promising to stand with her i....” “I do.” Mason immediately cut him off and I slightly expanded my eyes in surprise. Mason turned me around to fully stare at him in his eyes. “Everything. I promise to always be by your side wifey. I will only love you and no one else. My heart will only want you and beat only for you. I love you so much and your name is already tattooed in my heart and now on my chest as well.” His smile didn't falter even an inch as he made his vow of promise to me. I scrunted my brows when he slightly loosened his tie and unbotton the first three bottons of his shirt to show me his tatt

I nodded and cautiously opened the box, hoping they wouldn't give me something inappropriate to open in public. I gasped as I looked inside. Inside was a rose gold charm bracelet. Carefully picking it up, I looked at the charms. The clasp had a heart with an infinity symbol, the symbol for polyamory, with the word Love in script above the heart and Forever under it. It had four letter charms, each of our initials.

I cried. That's when I realized his touch was like a lightning bolt through my body. His eyes caught mine as I was about to ask what was going on when he mumbled one word "Mate." I only slightly nodded my head when he kissed me. I moaned against his kiss. He trailed kisses down my neck and stopped where he needed to bite me to start the mating process. Once he marked me no one would dare judge us or even think we weren't mated by the Goddess. His sharp canines grew and he bit. I yelped in pain but as soon as the pain started it had already finished.

he said "Wow!" I muttered as I folded my arms across my chest. I clicked my tongue. "Firstly if you were scared of my sister finding out about your secret, why did you cheat in the first place? Why did you kiss me? Tell me!" I demanded.

My gaze drops back down his torso, and that's when I notice the tattoos. Five aligned stars on the side of his torso, near his ribs—the largest closest to the center, the others decreasing toward his back. They look like marks of conquest, as if each represents something only he knows. And on his right arm, a thin, precise line, slightly above the elbow, minimalist and geometric, like a discreet reminder that even a man like him has secrets etched into his skin. Holy shit. He's not just attractive — he's dangerous. This guy is pure testosterone.

Sam twitched. "You let me get a tattoo, well, we agreed on getting one. I wanted one more, this one. It's the Chinese symbol for father. I put it next to my pussy because this is where you belong. We were still pretending that we didn't want to consummate our love, so I kept it hidden. The artist was a woman, a mom in her forties, attractive. The vibration, her fingers, I got so fucking wet. She propositioned me. I'd never had sex with a woman. We went back to her place. I loved it.

“Yes. And I feel so guilty, but I keep imagining it.” Victor thrust two fingers deep inside her, curling them just right. “Guilt makes it hotter for you. Say it. Tell me you’re my secret slut now.” “I’m… I’m your secret slut,” she gasped, riding his hand faster. The wet sounds filled the quiet suite, but the bedroom door stayed closed. He added a third finger, stretching her. “Louder. Whisper it like you mean it.” “I’m your secret slut, Victor. Only yours right now.”

I should get some secrets unlocked, yeah? 2345? 7890? 0000? Like seriously, did I think he'd be so stupid to use something as simple as that? One last try, Amelia. There was a tattoo on Alessandro's body that says 8989. It was tatted on his lower back but I had seen it while we fucked a couple of times. I punched in the numbers, my heart thumping loudly. Please Lord, this should be the correct password. If I should get what I want then I promise to go to church next Sunday for a Thanksgiving offering.