Chapter 222: Please Mark
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Michael half-jokingly said, “If Courtney’s right, I can’t wait to mark you and let the world know you are mine.”
I looked at Michael, and my eyes widened. Michael had never said he wanted , except when we first t. I had long since concluded that he didn’t want because I wasn’t a princess yet. That was why Joanna had so easily angered .
Michael had misunderstood and thought I was frightened by what he said. So he reached out and touched my head. “Don’t worry, little wolf,” he said. “I’ll give you ti. Don’t forget I’m a Lycan Prince of the royal family. Princes always keep their promises.”
This ti, I caught a flash of loneliness in Michael’s eyes.
This gave so confidence. I grabbed Michael’s hand and placed it on my chest. I asked in a low voice, “What you said just now… is it true?”
“What?” Michael looked at with so confusion.
“You said that you want to mark so that everyone in the world will know I belong to you. Is that true?”
I waited for Michael’s reply with half anticipation and half nervousness. However, Michael unexpectedly withdrew his playful expression.
He stared at with extre concentration. At this mont, I saw stars in Michael’s eyes.
“Yes, Cecily. I love you. You are the person I love the most in my life. You will also be the only person I choose to mark in my life.”
I could no longer hold back the impulse and kissed Michael’s lips.
Between the lips and teeth, I whispered to Michael, “Please, mark .”
For a mont, I felt Michael hug even harder, and at the sa ti, he used that suffocating kiss to invade my mouth wantonly. I felt the love Michael poured out crazily in this way, and I responded with the sa madness.
I was so excited about this mont. I didn’t know how long I’d been waiting for this mont. This waiting, perhaps, began when I first t Michael, maybe even earlier, when I was still a virgin. I was already expecting my mate to mark .
A werewolf’s mark was a more solemn and sacred ceremony than a human’s wedding. After all, humans only had a thin piece of paper. However, a mark would forever be branded on our bodies, representing that we would never be separated.
When we were panting and separated, I saw my reflection in Michael’s eyes.
“Cecily, have you thought it through?”
Michael asked. Before I could speak, I felt his hands firmly wrapped around my waist. He said in an authoritative tone, “You just said that. It’s too late to go back on your words now.”
I nodded at Michael and said, “Michael, I love you. Mark .”
Michael took a deep breath. I saw his fangs appear. They would pierce the back of my neck in a mont. Then, they would inject Michael’s unique aura and declare that I belonged to him.
At that mont, I realized that I lacked experience with the mark.
Then, I turned to Michael and asked a stupid question, “What should I do next?”
The mont I said that, I regretted it so much that I wanted to take it back because it was like a human wedding. Being so close to the vow exchange when the bride realized how embarrassing it was that she didn’t know she had to get a ring. I thought Michael would laugh at , but he only looked at gently. There was even a hint of doting.
“Don’t worry, leave it to .” I was comforted by Michael’s calm tone. It seed that I didn’t need to worry about anything with him by my side.
“I want to bring you to the forest to complete this sacred ceremony. What do you think?” Michael lowered his head to look at , asking for my opinion.
I nodded, leaving Mark to do his bidding.
Michael picked up and placed neatly on the bed. I followed his movents; he had taken out a prince costu from the closet, dressed neatly, and begun to dress . I was at his rcy like a marionette, watching myself ticulously dressed from gown to tiara, never thinking I would ever have the chance to enjoy the service of a prince.
Finally, Michael put my shoes on, kneeled on one knee in front of , took my hand, and kissed my fingertips as if I were a princess.
“Dear Cecily, my love, do you take my mark to be my eternal mate from this day forward?”
I looked at Michael, who was half-kneeling before and felt a surge of emotion in my heart.
Michael had once appeared to as a god, a distant, noble, and pure god, whom we all regarded as a celestial being. Now he was kneeling before , begging for my permission to be his lifelong mate.
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