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She finally fell back onto my chest, sighing. She mumbled softly, again something I didn't understand. "What did you say?" She smiled. "I'm sorry, just something in Masai. If we stay together I'll tell you. Right now, be happy I said it, even if you don't know what it is." She refused to say more. Changing the subject, I asked her about the tattoo she had on that cute little butt. "It's a Masai shield over crossed spears. It's the same design as the one on our national flag. What does yours mean?" she said, tracing the outline on my bicep.

“This is Avril Devonte’s number. She’s the one in charge of the mentor program. She’ll help you get started when you’re ready. We can always use volunteers.” I told her how much I appreciated her help. That week, I got a new tattoo. The flowering rosemary branches with their narrow everRobert-like leaves and tiny white and sky-blue flowers bloomed bright red on my tender skin. Robert, branches wrapped around my belly button then continued down my outer thigh past the scar from my Croatia dive. At my hip, the woody stem of the plant turned to a waterfall cascading down my leg to inches above my knee. The waterfall reminded me of so many tombstoning dives. The rosemary reminded me of Mana isla

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

"This is so beautiful, Mildred. You two are fast. I remember how long it took Karim and I to mark each other.” "I am fast," I replied. Matilda stared with incomprehension at the still, sore, jet-black picture of evergreen trees with a full moon behind them until Laika explained what it was to her. "No wonder you have been reeking of Morpheus lately," Matilda agreed. To humans, it would look like a tattoo, but when Morpheus touches it, tingles erupt through my entire body, and my heart swells with love. This mark was there to tell every other male that I belong to Morpheus, and he belongs to me.

Malachi stands with me still straddling him as I run my hand through his brown hair. I let him put me down and stare at his body, taking my attention to the tattoo in the middle of his stomach that shows his birth year. I lead him to the bed, and he lays back, propping himself up with his elbows to keep his gaze on me. I spread his legs so I can fit my body between them and kneel, while my finger traces the tattoo that says 1994 on his torso. He shivers at my touch and he's already hard as a rock. I trail soft kisses along that same tattoo, thanking the Moon Goddess for creating such an exceptional creature. I unbuckle his pants and start to pull them down slowly while his heated gaze

traditional Māori greeting). Gael responds in kind to her and she turns to me. I get my first good look at our beta, Karamea. She is short for a werewolf, standing at about 5’7”. She has beautiful bronze-colored skin and caramel, almond shaped eyes. Her strong jaw adds a ferocity to her high cheekbones and beautiful features. Karamea’s hair is pulled into a low ponytail, but it’s easy to see that when unbound, it would hang below her waist, waves adding dimension and body to it’s shiny blackness. She smiles at me as she walks over, her Māori facial tattoo stretching on her lips. The fish hooks on her chin pointing up towards her lips and down towards her neck, her lips black with a sma

Her makeup was done lightly because she wasn't fond of makeup. Liara looked at Moana, who was wearing a thin spaghetti strap dress of golden color, reaching just before her knee, matching with a beautiful gold chain with a heart-shaped pendant on her neck. Since she didn’t get her ear pierced, so she didn’t have to wear earrings. Her short hair, reaching her shoulder, was kept open, which Doctor Sara had cut an hour ago.

The inviting aroma enveloped him, teasing his taste buds and piquing his curiosity. "Smells nice" Mystro said, admiration evident in his voice. Elaine smiled, appreciating his kind words. "Why don't you be patient and wait for me to serve you" “I know but I thought I could help” he rolled up his sleeves revealing his tattoo. A medusa tattoo on his right arm caught her attention, “A fan of Medusa” she asked. “Not really, our works are just similar” he replied. Elaine tried to understand what he meant but she knew she was just confusing herself.

Niklaus smiled as the crowd cheered. As we gathered for our Hawaiian Luau, a huge sign greeted us with the words 'Welcome home to Ohana MauLoa Islands.' Of course, everyone knew the truth - this was still Delacoix Islands. We just needed to keep a low profile for a few centuries. But I had grown fond of the new name, with its meaning of 'Family forever.' It resonated deeply with our values. I might just convince Niklaus to make the change permanent.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”