Michael's POV
When Alex kissed me after marking me, it felt so good. I have never felt this good. He slowly guided us to the bed while kissing me. He laid me on the bed and broke the kiss. Without looking at me, he started kissing my neck, and his hands were moving inside my t-shirt.
Everything in my brain told me to push him off - trauma response- but I couldn't. I think my body knew he was my mate, and that he was okay... He won't hurt me. At least, so far, he hasn't even after knowing I am marked. Neither can I feel any anger or hatred towards me... All I can feel is satisfaction of marking and everything nice. I liked that.
"Ah~" I moaned in pain because I felt a bite on my chest. I looked down and saw Alex pouting - but behind that pout there was a spark of posessivness in his eyes.
"Why did you bite me?!" I asked him with a little anger in my voice, which made him pout even more. He looks adorable.
"Where is your attention?! Are you thinking about someone else while I am completing our marking process?" There was a hint of possessiveness in his voice and eyes that made me smile. I cupped his face and pecked his lips. "I am sorry, I will keep my attention on you. It's just a little hard for me to focus after everything happened, but I will try, okay?"
His eyes soften. He angled his face in front of me and looked at me with soft eyes. His eyes were really pretty. With one hand, he cupped my face and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.
"I will be as gentle as possible, okay?" his voice was soft, and his touch was tender like I was a fragile glass and not some beta or anyone who has been through hell in their life... I don't know if I should feel offended at this or not...
"Okay..." he smiled at me and pecked me once again before he went back to what he was doing before.
He tugged my t-shirt as if he were asking for my permission. I nodded and let him remove my t-shirt from my body. I didn't feel shy because I am used to being shirtless when I have to train. Also, because I was confident that I looked good.
"You are fucking beautiful" he whispered against my skin as he kissed each and every inch of my body, every scar, every battle scar, I don't think there is a single spot on my upper body that he didn't kiss.
The kisses were making me moan and whimper. I was also feeling horny, it's been a while that I have felt horny. I bucked my hips, in an attempt to tell him what I wanted, but I think he just ignored me.
He kissed my rock hard cock through my pants and boxers. I took a deep breath and looked up. His hands were already unbuttoning my pants. I raised my hips, in a way telling him to remove my pants, and he did as I wanted.
I was completely naked, but he didn't remove a piece of cloth from his body, and this made me frown.
"Strip," I said while looking at him up and down. He chuckled at me, but he got up and stripped himself naked. I have seen him shirtless countless times, but never naked, and this is exciting me. I am too old to feel a teenager's excitement for a dick!