Chapter 1: The Design
When Callie walked into the tattoo parlor, she wasn’t expecting art.
Or him.
Jax was inked from throat to wrist, his fingers stained in permanent black. He looked like danger, smelled like smoke, and studied her like he could draw her from memory.
“You sure about the design?” he asked, voice low.
“I want something that means freedom,” she said.
He smiled — slow, sinful. “Then let me design it. But I’ll need to see more of your skin.”
Chapter 2: The First Touch
She came back three days later. Private room. Shirt unbuttoned at the back.
His hands were gentle, but his eyes were anything but.
“You nervous?”
“Not about the needle,” she whispered.
He smirked. “You should be.”
The first touch of ink was fire. She bit her lip. He noticed.
“You’re biting that lip like you want me to stop.”
“I’m biting it because I don’t.”
His hands lingered longer than necessary. The hum of the machine mixed with the rising heat between them.
It wasn’t just art anymore.
Chapter 3: After Hours
“You can’t tattoo me like that,” she said when she saw his sketch for the final session.
“Like what?”
“Like you know my body better than I do.”
“I do,” he said.
He locked the door. Lights low. Music soft.
He ran his fingers along her spine, not with the machine — but with his hands. Teasing. Waking nerves she didn’t know she had.
“You ever been touched like this?” he asked.
“No.”
“You will be.”
Chapter 4: Ink and Lust
She was straddling the chair, her shirt half-off, hair messy, breathing shallow.
He pressed his body behind her, whispering into her ear as the machine buzzed again. She whimpered.
“Still nervous?”
“About what you’re doing to me? Yes.”
“Good.”
The second the session ended, he turned her, kissed her hard. Their mouths collided. She ripped his shirt. He backed her into the ink shelf, knocked it over.
He laid her across the bench, her legs around his waist, and made her moan until the sound filled the whole shop.
Chapter 5: Secrets Under Skin
Days passed. More tattoos. More nights.
But Callie was hiding something — and he knew.
“Who is he?” Jax asked one night, eyes dark.
“My ex.”
“The one who keeps calling?”
She didn’t answer.
“I’m not scared of him,” he growled. “But I need you to be mine. No more shadows.”
“I already am,” she said. “I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
Chapter 6: Claiming Her
When her ex showed up at the shop, Jax didn’t flinch.
He stepped between them, fists ready.
“You ever come near her again, I’ll mark you the way I mark my skin — permanent.”
The man fled.
Callie shook. Jax took her inside.
This time, he made love to her slow. Gentle. Worshipful.
“I don’t just want your body,” he said. “I want your story. Your scars. Everything.”
“And you can have it,” she whispered. “Just never stop touching me.”
Chapter 7: Permanent
Six months later, she had three tattoos, all by him.
One on her back. One on her ribs.
And one on her hip — his name, hidden under lace.
They still inked each other every night. But now, they did it in bed, in sweat, in tangled limbs.
Because the deepest marks Jax ever made… were under her skin.
The End.