The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Husband, It Feels Good [M]

Without saying a word, Edmund immediately took off his shirt—wait, no! he didn’t just take it off, he ripped it apart!

Primrose held her breath, her eyes widening as the shredded fabric fell away, finally revealing his bare torso in all its glory.

She had always known her husband was a training monster because he never skipped a single day of combat practice, not even once.

However, it had never crossed her mind that his body would look like a masterpiece—broad shoulders, a well-defined chest, and a stomach sculpted with hard muscle.

Primrose swallowed hard, feeling herself grow even wetter, aroused beyond reason just from looking at him.

But what about down there?

What was hiding beneath his pants?

As Edmund pushed them down, her gaze followed instinctively, trailing lower, lower, until she saw it.

She held her breath and her body stiffened within seconds. Her eyes went impossibly wide.

If she had been holding anything, it would have crashed to the floor.

If she had been standing, her knees would have buckled.

And if she had even an ounce less dignity, she would have screamed like a donkey seeing a snake for the first time.

Except ... this was definitely not the kind of snake she was used to seeing.

Because just as she had suspected, his little brother was anything but little.

Thick. Veiny. Hard as a damn rock.

Was he even human?!

Wait ... technically, he was part animal.

[She looks scared.]

[She must hate me. She probably thinks I look like some kind of monster.]

A monster? Oh, he was a monster, all right.

A monster cock!

It wasn’t outrageously huge, not the size of her arm or anything—if it had been, she would have chosen death over whatever he planned to do with it—but it was still big!

Too big.

And now, she had a serious problem.

Edmund had spent what felt like forever between her thighs, licking, teasing, thrusting his tongue inside her over and over, soaking her with his saliva, making her body beg for more.

So technically ...

Technically, that should mean she was ready for him, right?

If he had prepared her properly, then she shouldn’t have to worry about being split in half when that monster finally pushed inside her ...

... right?!

That’s right! For the sake of her bright future, she would face that big sword with pride and courage!

"You ... you’re not putting it in yet?" Primrose asked, peeking at him from between her fingers, her face burning with embarrassment. frёewebηovel.cѳm

"Not yet."

Edmund’s hands were firm yet gentle as he pulled her legs apart, spreading her open before sliding a finger inside her wet hole. "I need to stretch you first."

Primrose gasped, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. Did he have to say it so bluntly?!

Besides, hadn’t he already spent more than thirty minutes on foreplay? Kissing her, touching her, driving her insane with his mouth and fingers? What else did he need to do before using his damn sword?!

She hadn’t even had the chance to put her own knowledge to use yet! Wasn’t she supposed to pleasure her husband too?!

"I’m fine," she whispered, "Can’t you just put it in already?"

"No." Edmund answered quickly. "I need to stretch you first."

What a stubborn man!

[Is she disgusted because I keep touching her?]

[Of course, she must be. That’s why she’s asking me to consummate our marriage right away, so I don’t have to touch her anymore.]

[But if I do that, she won’t feel any pleasure at all. I can’t let my wife suffer like that.]

He was actually thinking about that?

Most married women she had spoken to said it was their duty to please their husbands, but when it came to their own pleasure, they would suddenly fall silent, insisting that it was inappropriate for a woman to expect such things.

Because of that, her ladies-in-waiting had given her plenty of knowledge on how to pleasure the Lycan King, but never the other way around.

And yet ... it turned out he actually cared about such a trivial matter.

Before her thoughts could spiral any further, Edmund slid a second finger into her drenched core.

Primrose’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in shallow pants. This time, he wasn’t searching for her sweet spot, he was stretching her tiny hole, preparing her.

His fingers moved in a scissoring motion, gently widening her, coaxing her body to accept him. And just when she thought she had adjusted, he added a third finger.

A moan escaped her lips as her inner walls felt full. Her fingers clenched the sheets, and her hips lifted off the bed every time Edmund pushed his fingers deeper.

"Nghh ... Isn’t that enough?" Primrose whimpered, reaching for his arm. "I just ... want to feel you, not just your fingers."

She needed him to understand.

This adorably clueless Lycan King had a terrible habit of overthinking, and if she wasn’t careful, he’d convince himself she was suffering instead of wanting him just as badly.

It wasn’t just his tragic communication skills, he also always assumed the worst, especially when it came to her.

And how was she supposed to focus on pleasure when his anxious thoughts kept drilling into her skull?

[Is she uncomfortable? Does she hate the way my fingers feel?]

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