Thirty-eight
Malaki Crescent
I took her three times. Now that she was mine, I couldn't stop. My Luna, my everything. The future of immortals and humans. Together, we would make a difference. I could feel it in my bones. We were special, her and I, and I had known that from the moment that I laid eyes on her. Now, she had my mark, and the world would know that she was mine. All mine, no one else's. I knew we'd both be tired, and sore the next day but now that I'd had Iris, I couldn't stop being with her.
At that moment, she was asleep in my bed, her arms and one of her legs wrapped around me. Her head rested on my chest using it as a pillow. I could see her wrist, tattooed with my name across it and I couldn't help but trace it over and over. The stars had made her for me. She was mine
