Wrist Band Tattoo For Men Novels & Stories

I had always imagined how romantic it was going to be, but right now, it hurts more than it pleases me. He had tattoos on his chest, arms, and hand. The tattoo on his chest had words I couldn't read because it was way too tiny; A lion on his arm with words I still couldn't read because they weren't English; and a rose on his arm with his mother's name tattooed in it.

I spat back. "Hmm, a feisty one," his gloved hand reached out for me and on instinct I slapped him away. That only caused him to chuckle in response. Like he found my antics amusing. But in the blink of an eye he snatched up my left wrist and pulled me up by my arm until I was sitting up and mere inches away from him. By the time I realized what he was doing it was too late to stop him. My wrist was in front of his face and those gleaming amber eyes were examining a white ink tattoo of a sun. The Solen family crest.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.