The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Mirror Mirror On The Wall [M]

"E-Edmund, what are you doing?" Primrose’s face turned completely red the moment her husband did something she hadn’t expected at all.

He leaned in and whispered behind her, "You told me I could try the things from the book on you." His voice was soft and deep. "This is one of them."

But this was way too embarrassing!

When they first entered the room, Primrose had noticed the large mirror placed right across from the bed. At the time, she had been delighted, thinking she could admire her pretty face whenever she wanted.

But what she didn’t realize was that damn mirror could also be the very thing to make her want to bury herself alive out of embarrassment.

Edmund had her sit facing the mirror. Then he gently opened her legs and used his own to keep them apart, making sure she couldn’t close them even if she tried. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

In that revealing position, she could clearly see her entire naked body reflected back at her, and when she lowered her gaze, she even saw the way her core twitched slightly.

"The book says this position helps increase arousal," Edmund murmured softly behind her. "And excitement."

Excitement?

She felt nothing but complete embarrassment!

She couldn’t even bring herself to look at the mirror for more than a few seconds.

It felt like she was putting on a show for an invisible crowd, even though the only person with her was her husband.

[I’m the one who made her do this pose, but ... she’s too damn sexy. I can’t even get my boner to calm down.] Edmund took a deep breath.

[Focus. I need to take care of her first. Make her feel good. I can wait.]

Still, Primrose could feel the pressure of his hard manhood pressing against her from behind since he was sitting so close to her.

"C-Can you stop looking at me?" she whispered, trying to cover herself with her hands. But Edmund gently pulled her hands away.

"That’s the point, my wife," he said gently, placing warm kisses along her shoulder and neck, making her shiver. "You need to look at yourself."

His hands moved slowly over her skin, like a serpent tried to wrap her in his touch.

"It’s too embarrassing!" Primrose whimpered, turning her face away. "I-I can’t ... I just can’t do this."

She tried to close her legs, but Edmund kept them spread with his.

Why was he acting like this?

Didn’t he say he’d stop if she didn’t like it?

From behind, Edmund gently held her chin, not too firm, but enough to guide her head back toward the mirror.

"But you were the one who said I could practice the book’s techniques on you." He leaned in and bit her earlobe gently, whispering, "And ... you haven’t told me to stop."

Primrose’s eyes widened.

Wait—hadn’t she asked him to stop?

No ... thinking back, all she said was that she couldn’t do it.

But the word stop had never actually come out of her mouth.

"If you say it now, I’ll stop right away," Edmund said calmly, pouring a bit of scented oil into his palm. "Just say the word."

Primrose bit her lip, her eyes slowly lifting to look at her reflection, then shifted slightly to catch a glimpse of Edmund’s face in the mirror.

She stopped breathing for a second when she realized he was already watching her through the mirror, his eyes locked onto hers, waiting patiently.

"Do you want to say it, my wife?" asked Edmund one more time.

Since when did her husband look this irresistibly hot?

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