Chapter 223: Sunrise And Sunset
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
I couldn’t describe how touched I was right now. This was going to be the most important day of my life.
From now on, Michael and I would be bound together until death did us part.
I would see Michael’s handso side profile every morning. We would eat breakfast, go out together, and appear as mates in front of everyone.
After Michael marked , we didn’t need any proof. Anyone who saw us would know that we were a couple. I didn’t have to worry about Michael being taken away. A mark ant that Michael belonged to . We might even have a few pups and raise them together.
I felt refreshed by all this wonderful imagery.
“Yes, I do.”
Michael once again heard my affirmative answer, and a smile blossod on his face. I was infected by his smile and smiled sweetly.
Suddenly, Michael picked up. I reached out to grab his collar and looked at him. I didn’t understand what he was trying to do by dressing up and doing this.
“Grab my neck,” Michael ordered in a low voice.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he jumped out of the window with in his arms. I let out a scream and hugged Michael’s arms even tighter. Michael seed to feel my nervousness and smiled at .
I was in Michael’s arms as we ran through the forest. It was dawn, the last bit of the moonlight was gently shining in the woods, and the sun was rising in the east.
As the moonlight and the morning light were about to exchange, Michael held as we walked in the change, water on one side and fire on the other. We were like knights and princesses in fairytales, dressed in fine clothes; we ran toward our freedom and happiness.
Michael kept heading west. Behind us was the blazing sun, and in front of us was the moon we were chasing.
We finally stopped in the forest’s depths, with a clear pool. Michael placed on the huge flat bluestone by the pool, and his eyes were sincere and pious.
I looked at Michael nervously. I had seen the marking procedure between werewolves and werewolves, and they usually completed the ritual with a single bite to the neck. I didn’t know if it was different for the royal Lycans.
Michael was so serious. I could feel Mia getting nervous with . She was still inside , but I felt she was different.
Michael put his arm around my waist and kissed .
He looked down at and whispered, “Can we mark each other at the sa ti?”
I nodded almost blindly. I was willing to listen to Michael no matter what he said. I wanted to give him everything I could.
Michael’s deep laughter rang in my ears again. It was like the most beautiful sound in the world. It was more beautiful than all the famous songs. My heart pumped harder because of his smile.
The man holding was so perfect that he connected to him once by the threads of fate, and from then on, my life was made brighter.
I felt the whole area being colored by our passion, and the birds chirping in the morning seed to entertain us. Michael kissed on the cheek, and then our lips pressed together to express our desire for each other in a suffocating environnt.
Familiar sparks ran through my blood, and Michael was wilder this ti than ever. He didn’t hold back any of his breath, and the golden aura of a king seed to materialize around him. It coated the entire pool with a faint gold.
Michael’s lips left mine, but they didn’t leave my body. They wound their way down. He licked my neck, leaving a wet mark. I couldn’t help but gasp because Michael bit my neck from ti to ti.
He didn’t use much force, probably not even a bite mark, but this subtle stimulation aroused . Under Michael’s command, I always seed full of sensitive spots, and wherever he touched , my lower body would get excited and wet.
As Michael’s sharp teeth reached the back of my neck, I couldn’t help but shudder.
Michael put a hand on my shoulder and tapped it twice as if to comfort or warn .
My gasps had turned into intermittent groans, and Michael reached down along my shoulder. The clothes he had carefully put on had now been rcilessly ripped open, revealing half my shoulder, and the cold morning air rcilessly pressed against it, causing to shiver.
Michael licked my shoulder a little perfunctorily and impatiently.
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