The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303: I’m Not A Snack! [M]

Edmund never got the chance to finish his words because Primrose suddenly pressed her lips against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, refusing to let him pull away. She didn’t want to hear anything else come out of his mouth because she only wanted his kiss.

[Wife, won’t you run out of breath if you kiss me like this?] Edmund teased through their bond when Primrose still wouldn’t let him speak. [You don’t have to be shy about loving your husband’s scent.]

[It’s common behavior for—]

"Edmund." Primrose finally broke the kiss, panting softly. Her cheeks flushed as she whispered, "Do you ... want to eat me down there? Maybe ... with your tongue?"

She only meant to distract him with something bold and unexpected, but Edmund’s eyes darkened, and he took her words far too seriously.

Without a word, he laid her back down on the bed. "It would be my honor," he murmured, before pulling her legs closer until she was right at the edge of the bed.

To make sure her back wouldn’t get sore, Edmund slipped a pillow beneath her lower back.

"E-Edmund, I was just joking..." Primrose stammered, trying to close her thighs, but her husband gently parted them instead.

Primrose secretly liked it when Edmund licked her down there, but she also felt embarrassed every time he stared at her womanhood so intently.

Sometimes she would ask herself, did it look pretty enough for him to look at? Or did it taste good to him?

Wait ... why would she even wonder if it tasted good?

She wasn’t a snack!

But her husband always acted like he was about to devour something delicious from the dining table. Honestly, he had never looked half as excited when eating his favorite rotisserie chicken.

"But I’m serious, my wife." Edmund’s voice dropped low, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly sank to his knees between her thighs. A faint smile tugged at his lips. "I really want to taste you."

Primrose’s breath caught in her throat as Edmund settled between her legs. "Edmund..." she whispered, her voice trembling, though she wasn’t sure if it was from fear or anticipation.

Edmund gently trailed kiss after kiss along the inside of her thighs, and the soft heat of his lips made her body shiver. Primrose swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling as a spark of excitement filled her belly.

She could already feel her love juices slipping out of her honeypot even before Edmund touched her directly. To be honest, she had been wet ever since Edmund stripped off her clothes and sat her on top of his hard manhood.

[My wife looks so excited,] he thought as he spread her twitching hole with his fingers, letting her arousal flow more freely. [Wife, do you want to use the pebble?]

Primrose blinked in confusion. "W-what? What pebble?"

Edmund lifted his face and said, "The one Lady Mirelle gave us. You... seemed to enjoy it so much when we used that pebble."

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