The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 304

304 /324

Chapter 304: Mine [M]

Primrose’s legs instinctively tightened around Edmund’s neck, holding him in place. He had no choice but to push his tongue even deeper into her wet honeypot, and she could only moan at the overwhelming pleasure.

When he pressed the vibrating pebble directly against her clit, a violent shiver ran through her body. Her back arched off the bed, and she pushed Edmund’s head down harder, almost afraid he wouldn’t be able to breathe.

But the less air he had, the more excited he became. His mind was dizzy with desire, and for a wild second, he thought he wouldn’t even mind dying here, buried in her sweetness.

Of course, that was ridiculous. Primrose would never let him die in such an embarrassing way.

[Wife, are you feeling good?] Edmund’s voice echoed in her mind when her body stopped trembling and her legs loosened their grip around his neck. [Did I do it right?]

Primrose struggled to steady her breathing, her chest rising and falling rapidly after such an intense release. She pressed one hand to her forehead while the other gently pushed at his head, silently begging him to stop eating her just for a moment.

"It ... it feels so good," she whispered, her voice shaking between ragged breaths. "Y-you’re doing amazing."

After a moment, she finally reached down, brushing her fingers across his damp hair before cupping his face. Her cheeks turned red as she pleaded, "Edmund ... enough with your tongue."

Edmund tilted his head. "Enough? I thought you wanted more."

Primrose bit her lip, gathering the courage as her legs shifted restlessly around him. "I want ... I want something else."

She didn’t need to say it outright, but Edmund already knew exactly what she meant. He eventually stood up, reaching for a glass of water and drinking just enough to wash away the lingering taste of her arousal from his mouth.

He didn’t do it because he felt disgusted by her, but because he only wanted his wife to kiss lips that were clean, so she wouldn’t feel embarrassed when he leaned down to claim her lips again.

Edmund set the glass aside and returned to her, his blue eyes filled with desire. He brushed a strand of hair from her flushed face, then kissed her deeply, letting her taste only him.

"Do you want to change positions?" Edmund asked gently, worried that she might feel uncomfortable like this.

Primrose shook her head slowly, showing a sweet smile on her face. "No ... I’m fine."

"Alright." Edmund kissed her cheeks several times, then whispered in a deep voice, "Promise me you’ll say something if I hurt you, even by accident."

Primrose let out a soft giggle, her fingers brushing his hair back from his forehead, tucking the loose strands behind his ear. "I will," she whispered warmly. "If you hurt me, I’ll tell you to stop."

Back then, Primrose had once overheard some men in her homeland say that if a man couldn’t dominate his wife in bed, then he wasn’t a real man.

Those words flickered in her mind for a brief second, and she almost wanted to laugh. Because here, with Edmund, she realized how foolish those words truly were.