The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Does He Want to Suck Me Dry?! [M]

His fingers brushed against the fabric of her bandeau, tracing the soft material with a light touch. Primrose held her breath as he reached the knot at her back, hesitating for only a second before pulling it loose.

As the bandeau slipped from her body, her bare breasts were exposed to him, like a feast laid out before a starving man.

Edmund lowered himself, his mouth hovering just inches from her skin, so close that Primrose could feel the heat of his breath against her sensitive skin.

He hadn't even touched her yet, but her nipples were already hard, reacting to nothing more than his gaze.

How was that even possible?!

And to make things worse, she was getting even wetter that she could feel the slick warmth oozing out of her with every slight movement of her legs.

"Don't just stare at me like that," she murmured, torn between the urge to cover herself and the undeniable craving for his touch.

Edmund didn't respond because he was too busy admiring his wife's breasts.

[Holy—]

[They're so soft ... so round... so perfect.]

[I've heard that a woman's nipples are sensitive. How about my wife's? What will happen if I touch them?]

His large hands cupped her breasts, kneading them slowly, almost reverently, like they were the most delicate thing he had ever held.

Then, he ran his thumbs over her stiffened nipples, brushing them in slow, teasing strokes.

"Nghh ...." Primrose let out a moan, her body shivering at the sensation. His hands were rough, calloused from years of swordsmanship, yet somehow, that slight friction only heightened the pleasure.

[She likes it! My wife looks beautiful when she is squirming like that.]

[Then what happens if I suck them?]

Now, she could tell that touching her wasn't enough for him anymore. He wanted to taste her as well.

He leaned in, his warm breath brushing over her sensitive skin before flicking his tongue out, just to see her reaction.

The sudden warmth made her twitch, her back arching as if inviting Edmund to play with her peaks even more.

Edmund latched onto her breast, his tongue swirling over her nipple before he pulled it into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder, teasing it with soft bites.

A loud moan escaped Primrose's lips as heat pooled between her thighs. Instinctively, she rubbed her legs together, seeking the friction to ease the aching need inside her.

She bit her lip, hesitating before whispering, "I-I feel strange down there ..." she pretended to know nothing about this whole erotic thing.

Oh, don't blame her for being a liar. Her ladies-in-waiting had always told her that men loved innocent women, the kind who acted as if they had never even thought of such sinful things.

Primrose found it a bit absurd.

Women devoured erotic books in secret, their desires hidden beneath the guise of sweet, innocent romance. If only men knew how many of those 'sweet and pure' women harbored thoughts just as filthy as theirs.

[Oh, my innocent wife ... does she even realize how seductive she sounds right now?]

[How can she be this tempting without even trying?]

Edmund's fingers trailed along her waist before slipping beneath her soaked panties. "Weird?"

As he pulled the fabric aside, his thoughts immediately came to Primrose's mind.

[She's already this wet? Is this because of the new mark? What exactly happened to her after I left last night?]

[My poor wife must be so confused, wondering why her body is burning like this.]

Her clit was swollen, and her fingers had suffered so much after her husband left her all alone!

"Last night ... it was like this too." Primrose trembled as she asked, "Husband, am I sick?"

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