The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Slippery Honeypot [M]

However, just as she prepared herself, Edmund suddenly pulled out because he didn’t want to finish in her mouth.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned.

His release ended up spilling all over her face and hair, some even got into her eyes.

Primrose flinched in surprise, blinking quickly, trying to process what had just happened.

She didn’t really mind him making a mess of her face or hair, but her eyes stung a little from it.

Edmund’s eyes went wide in panic. "I—oh no, I’m so sorry!" he gasped, crouching down in front of her, gently cupping her face. "Did it get in your eye? Does it hurt?"

Primrose shut the eye that had been hit. Just as she reached up to wipe it with the back of her hand, Edmund caught her hand. "Wait—let me get you a towel!"

He quickly crossed the room and grabbed a towel he had soaked in water from a nearby basin.

"I’m so sorry," he murmured, carefully wiping her face with gentle strokes. "I swear ... I’ll never do that to you again."

[What was I thinking?!] he cursed inwardly. [What if she goes blind because of me?!]

Primrose almost laughed. She’d never heard of anyone going blind from something like that.

She looked up at him with warmth in her eyes. "Actually ... I feel happy that I could make you feel that good."

Then, a little shyly, she asked, "Did I do well, husband?"

Edmund’s expression softened completely.

His chest ached, not from lust, but from how much love he felt for her in that moment. He reached out and gently cupped her cheek, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

"You did more than good," he said, his voice low and sincere. "You were amazing, wife. You always are."

After cleaning her face, Edmund leaned in and kissed her forehead. Then, he gently pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in his warmth. "But next time, please don’t push yourself until your knees hurt."

Primrose went quiet for a moment. She hadn’t said a word about her knees, how did he already know?

How could he always tell?

But she got her answer as soon as she looked down. Her knees were slightly bruised, just faint marks, but enough to show she had been hurting.

"I can do it on the bed next time," she said without thinking too much. "It’s softer than the floor ... so I don’t mind doing it again."

Edmund froze, then slowly pulled back to look at her face. "Primrose, I want to ask you something ... Where did you learn how to do that?"

Primrose quickly looked away. "From ... books," she mumbled. Then, in an even quieter voice, she added, "Before we got married, some people asked me to learn ... so I could please you."

[Who were those perverts who forced my wife to study things like that?!] Edmund thought angrily.

She hadn’t said it was forced, but it was clear enough. Maybe it wasn’t completely against her will, but the pressure had been there.

[She didn’t even want to marry me at first, and people still pushed her to learn how to do things like that for my sake.]

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