The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171: Pure Love [M]

"That looks painful," Primrose said softly. "Wouldn’t it be better if you ... took it off?"

She couldn’t stop staring at the bulge in Edmund’s pants. His trapped boner looked like it was begging to be freed, like it needed air just to breathe.

Edmund didn’t say anything, but she could hear his thoughts clearly.

[I haven’t given my wife enough pleasure yet ... If I take my pants off now, I might lose focus and end up chasing my own release instead of hers.]

Wasn’t it already enough?

He had made her squirt so hard it was like a fountain, and embarrassed her to the point of tears.

What else could he possibly want to do?

If this kept going, she’d be completely wrecked, shaking from head to toe.

And while that did sound like a wonderful experience, sometimes, too much of a good thing could become overwhelming, maybe even a little exhausting instead of satisfying.

"You’ve done more than enough for me," Primrose whispered, her cheeks warm with shyness. "So ... I want to feel good with you. Did the book say anything about how to do that?"

Edmund nodded. "A few things."

Without saying anything else, he slowly took off his shirt and slid down his pants.

His manhood, finally free after being caged for so long, throbbed softly, twitching and leaking pre-cum as Primrose reached out to touch him.

But Edmund gently caught her hand, stopping her.

"You don’t have to do anything tonight," he said quietly. "The book is about teaching husbands how to pleasure their wives, not the other way around."

Primrose held her breath as he pulled her closer and kissed her deeply, letting their saliva mix as their lips moved in sync.

Her heart pounded so loudly, she could practically hear it echoing in her chest.

His hands trailed down the curve of her spine, stopping at her waist and holding her tightly.

She arched her back, leaning into him, hungry for more.

When he finally pulled away, Primrose looked up at him with soft, dreamy eyes. Her lips parted just slightly, almost begging him to kiss her again.

She leaned in to kiss him again, but Edmund pulled away and kissed her cheek instead.

"You really love kissing, don’t you, my wife?" he murmured against her skin.

"I do," she pouted, eyes narrowing just a little. "Then why are you avoiding my lips? Don’t you like kissing me?"

Edmund gently caressed her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear with such care it made her heart flutter.

"If we keep kissing," he said with a teasing smile, "we’ll end up doing it all night."

"And what’s wrong with that?" she asked, raising a brow.

"You’ll end up sleeping all day tomorrow and miss everything else," he replied.

"Like you said, this is a vacation, not just a honeymoon. If all we do here is make love, you won’t get to enjoy any of it."

Primrose completely ignored his reasoning and leaned in to kiss him again, more than once.

"That’s fine," she murmured. "I already told Marielle we’re not going anywhere tomorrow."

Her gaze dropped to his lips, voice lowering to a soft, almost pleading whisper. "So kiss me. Kiss me as much as you want."

Within seconds, their lips met again, this time with more hunger. It was as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.

Edmund held her tightly in his arms, one arm wrapped around her waist as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss.

His other hand rested at the back of her head, fingers gently caressing her hair. Every so often, he’d accidentally tug it a little too hard, but she didn’t mind.

[This is bad ...] he thought. [Her lips are addictive. If she doesn’t stop me, I won’t be able to stop myself.]

Sensing how far things might go, Primrose pressed her hands softly against his chest, breaking the kiss so they could catch their breath.

He looked at her, his eyes full of love, admiration, and something deeper ... something that felt like he was worshipping her, body and soul.

"You’re right," Primrose whispered with a soft laugh. "We really would kiss all night if we didn’t stop ourselves."

There was nothing wrong with kissing all night, but Primrose knew he had to release his desire soon before it turned into torturous agony for him.

Primrose ran her thumb over his lips and whispered, "We can do more than kiss, if you want to."

She expected Edmund to push her down onto the bed, but to her surprise, he suddenly turned her around so that her back was facing him.

Before she could ask what he was doing, he gently pushed her upper body down, making her lie flat on her stomach with her hips slightly raised.

She blinked in confusion, unsure of what was going on. Through the mirror’s reflection, she saw Edmund positioning himself behind her, guiding his hard manhood toward her core.

He held the small vibrating pebble in one hand, and that alone made Primrose a little nervous about what he planned to do next.

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