The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: He Just Kissed Me ... Why Am I This Wet?!

Did ... did she just moan?

Primrose froze. Her mind went blank.

Had that sound really come from her? That sultry, breathy moan? Right in front of her husband?!

Oh, she'd be damn.

She had touched herself before—of course, she had—but never, not once, had she made a sound like that. The sound that made her so needy and desperate over his touch.

Was her desire to tease Edmund so great that even her subconscious was working overtime to ruin him completely?

Meanwhile, Edmund's inner thoughts were appearing so quickly that it was giving Primrose a headache.

[M-My wife ... really moaned?!]

[Does that mean she actually enjoys this?!]

[No, no, no! What if she's just too afraid to push me away?! What if she's secretly uncomfortable and doesn't know how to say it?!]

[I—I have to leave. Right now. Before I completely lose control.]

Edmund immediately pulled his face away, his voice sounded unnaturally stiff. "I ... I have work."

... What? What work?!

Who the hell suddenly decided to work in the middle of the night?!

There was no way Primrose was going to let him get away this time, no way she was going to spend another night frustrated and alone with her fingers!

"No, Your Majesty, please don't leave!" Primrose called out, reaching for him in desperation before he could slip away.

Unfortunately, Edmund had already taken a step forward. Instead of stopping when Primrose held his hand, he unintentionally dragged her along with him.

The next thing she knew—BAM!—her forehead smacked against the cold, hard floor.

For a moment, there was silence.

"Ow! That hurts!" Primrose sat on the cold floor, rubbing her now-reddened forehead. A deep frown formed on her face as she bit her lip, trying her best not to cry because of the pain.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Edmund accidentally barked, his voice louder than intended.

[Shit! I yelled at her again!]

[I should've stopped the moment she grabbed my hand, and now I've hurt her!]

[Damn it. Why did I always screw things up with my wife?]

Still holding back the pain in her forehead, Primrose spoke with a cracked voice. "I just ... don't want you to leave me alone, Your Majesty."

Ah, whatever. Just cry like a pathetic damsel in distress in front of him.

"And I ... I also wanted to apologize," she added with a trembling voice. "For making such a weird sound earlier. I must've disgusted you."

[Disgusted? Wife, I'm aroused because of your voice!]

[That sweet, angelic voice of yours has made me hard as a rock!]

Primrose lowered her eyes and was stunned for a moment as the bulge in his pants had indeed grown!

Now, she wasn't sure whether she should be terrified or desperate to have that big thing inside her.

"Your voice ... it's not weird," Edmund said, turning his face away with reddened ears. "It ... sounds good."

Finally! Finally, he managed to say what was actually on his mind!

"But ... but why are you running away from me?" Primrose wrapped her hand around his fingers and said shyly, "I-I actually enjoyed your kisses, Your Majesty."

In just a second, Primrose swore she saw a spark of lightning flash in his blue eyes.

[MY WIFE LIKES MY KISS! SHE LIKES ME—No ... wait, she didn't say she likes me ... yet.]

[BUT SHE LIKES MY KISS!]

Before she could react, Edmund suddenly lifted her into his arms and gently placed her onto the bed. His voice was softer than usual when he asked, "Your forehead ... does it hurt?"

"Yes, it hurts so much, Your Majesty," Primrose whined dramatically, making her voice extra delicate. She fluttered her lashes, looking up at him with round, pleading eyes. "Can you heal my forehead too?"

"I can."

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against her forehead before running his tongue over the bruise. A sharp sting came first, but then it disappeared in a second.

Primrose's breath caught in her throat.

He was so sweet, so intoxicatingly gentle, that her heart felt like it might burst.

"Your Majesty..." She tugged lightly at the hem of his clothes. "M-my throat is sore too ... from all the screaming earlier. Do you ... know how to heal it?"

Wait.

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