Primrose lifted her head a little when Edmund kept thrusting hard into her honeypot. Her legs wrapped around him tightly, and if he wasn’t holding her up, she would probably melt right into the floor.
Edmund bit her neck the moment she looked up, making Primrose even more aroused and forget all the things that had happened to them that day.
For a moment, she didn’t even care if her voice could be heard by the people outside, although deep down, she hoped that wouldn’t happen or she wouldn’t be able to face anyone tomorrow.
Edmund suddenly stepped forward, pressing her back against the wall so he could move more freely. He pounded her needy, throbbing honeypot again and again, and it was so wet that the mix of her love juice and his seed dripped down to the floor.
"Are you alright?" Edmund asked between his heavy breaths. He slowed his movements for a moment, making sure he wasn’t putting too much pressure on her stomach.
"I’m fine... I’m alright," Primrose said after swallowing. "Please... keep going. I want you..."
As soon as she said that, Edmund kissed her deeply and began thrusting into her again, even harder this time. They kept changing positions—standing, then sitting, then playing in the water—until they ended with Edmund sitting at the edge of the hot stone bath and Primrose on his lap.
She rested her head on his shoulder, panting and softly moaning as Edmund pulled his manhood out of her throbbing honeypot. Her neck was covered with kiss marks, and her hair had fallen over most of her flushed face.
"You take me so well," Edmund suddenly said as he spread her open, letting his seed and her love juice flow out each time her hole throbbed.
"Don’t... don’t say something like that," Primrose said softly. Almost all her energy had been drained, but fortunately, Edmund had plenty to give her back.
"But the water is getting a bit cloudy," Edmund said as he looked down.
Primrose sighed and pointed weakly at the rack beside the bath. "Just throw in a lot of soap. They won’t notice."
Even though she said that, she was sure the maids would definitely notice. After all, they had spent almost two hours in the bath pavillion, and Primrose’s fingers were already wrinkled.
"Alright, alright, let’s get you clean and dry." Edmund rubbed her back a few times and kissed her temple several times.
Then he did exactly what Primrose asked. He was throwing a bunch of soap into the pool until the water filled with bubbles.
Edmund landed a soft kiss on top of her head while he was trying to dry her hair and her body before he could help her put on her clothes.
"Husband," Primrose said softly.
"Yes? My love," he answered at once.
Primrose held her breath for a second when she heard him call her that. Then she said, "The gown I’ll be wearing to the banquet is ruby, and... your attire will be black with silver accents. Do you like your attire?"
Once the thought crossed his mind, he suddenly felt uneasy. [What if someone tried to take her away from me?]


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