Untouchable Ink Tattoo Novels & Stories

He bent his head and tongued the tattoo on her right butt cheek. India sucked in a quick breath. Then he turned his head and tongued the tattoo on her left butt cheek. Another hissing intake of air. Colt flattened his tongue and dragged it up and down her spine, over the infinity symbol—two long, twisted black lines—a tattoo that started above her butt and ended at the gigantic butterfly spread between her shoulder blades. No traditional tramp stamp for his India. Her skin was a canvas; every marking on her was a work of art.

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.

Luke's awe was clear as Clay finished my tattoo, his skilled hands bringing to life the intricate design we'd agreed upon. It was more than ink on skin; it was a symbol of our intertwined lives, our shared journey. The art was so quintessentially us, capturing the essence of our bond in bold, swirling lines and shaded crescents.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

see you both together!” She added. “Ink walked round and clapped Alex on the back “anything you want to tell me brother?” He asked. His eyes twinkled, like he knew exactly what he was going to say. “I’m claiming Bella, she’s my girl, she’s my Old Lady. I love her, and she has just moved in with me.” He explained, pride showing in his face. Tina squealed. “What wonderful news! Congratulations you two!” “Thank you, T, Bella doesn’t want to wear a cut, can you tattoo her please Prez?” “Sure, where are you thinking?” “I want it on the inside of my arm, running down to my wrist. Is that ok?” I looked to Alex for his approval. “Perfect baby, everyone will see that.” He smiled down at me. I loved

I chose the tattoo. But I didn’t choose him. He wasn’t listed on the website. No socials. No portfolio. Just a name: Shane. The studio was called INK SEDUCTION, a half piercing parlour, half erotic dungeon disguised as a reputable ink shop. And Shane? He was the reason people came back begging to be marked again. The First Look He had a body that should’ve been behind glass arms inked with wolves and roses, hands veined and calloused, rings on two thick fingers. He wore black gloves like sin and smelled like ink, sweat, and intentions.

Just perfect as she thought. “Nice meeting you, sir. You can notify Lora if you have removed that part and we’ll arrange some time for that,” said she. Author's Note: Hello, I hope you enjoyed the story. Trace of Ink is about to end and I would love to hear your insights and critics. Please drop a comment, that would be much appreciated. Thank you :)

It was so fucking frustrating! “I need answers,” I said, and three sets of jaws clenched shut. “Fine. Then go fuck yourselves.” I stood and headed for the door. I’d given them an out. If they got killed now, it was their own damn fault. I reached for the doorknob and paused, staring at my hand. The tattoo. I turned around. If they insisted on trying to protect me, they would need all the help they could get. Lifting my hand, I pointed to the spot between my thumb and forefinger. “The guy last night had a tattoo right here. It was all black ink. A stylized V with an ouroboros around it. I’ve never seen it before. I’m not sure—”

I noticed that his hair was hanging loose and brushing the top of his shoulders as he moved, and his skin was covered in a layer of sweat. Being so close to him, I had a clear view of the dark ink that covered almost every inch of his skin. I reached up and pressed shaky fingers against a tattoo on his right shoulder. Obsidian tensed and sucked in a sharp breath. I ignored his reaction and traced the outline of a petal. The flower was one I hadn’t seen before, but like so many things these days, it somehow seemed familiar. “Stop touching me,” he growled. Instead of listening, I continued to trace his ink. On some parts of his skin, beneath the tattoos, I could feel the still raised skin of o

Some time later, when their breathing had steadied, Marcus reached under the bed and pulled out a small tattoo kit. "Spread your legs for me," he said, his voice low and commanding. Alex parted his thighs without hesitation, his heart racing with anticipation as Marcus worked with careful focus, applying black ink in simple block letters that would forever mark him as owned. Owned by #47892 The tattoo settled high on the inside of the right thigh, close enough to the groin that it would remain hidden unless the legs were deliberately spread. The needle stung in sharp little bites, making Alex bite his lip and breathe through the pain while Marcus kept one hand wrapped loosely around Alex's c