The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: You’re More Than Enough [M]

She was starting to get tired, honestly, but the pleasure was so intense for both of them, she didn’t want to stop just yet.

Still, Edmund seemed to notice her exhaustion.

Without saying a word, he began to help, holding her by the waist and guiding her movements with his own hips. Before long, it felt like he was doing everything, like moving her body for her, while she simply melted in his arms.

"Ah, Edmund!" she cried out, throwing her head back as his thrusts hit her sweet spot again and again. Her thighs trembled so badly, she could no longer hold herself up.

Edmund finally sat up, keeping her on his lap. "Let me take care of you," he whispered, capturing her lips in a deep, consuming kiss as he continued to move her up and down on him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss like she never wanted it to end. But when the pleasure became too much, she broke the kiss with a gasp, only for Edmund to start trailing kisses down her neck and shoulders.

"I—I’m close," she stammered, resting her head on his shoulder, completely overwhelmed by the waves building inside her.

"Me too," Edmund groaned, tightening his grip on her waist as he lifted his hips and released his sperm deep inside her.

Primrose bit down on his shoulder, trying to muffle her moan. Her whole body trembled. Her legs shook so badly, she couldn’t even keep still.

She whimpered softly, calling out Edmund’s name over and over again. She didn’t even know why, but hearing his name fall from her lips made her feel safe, loved, and happy.

"Do you want to stop?" Edmund murmured, his hand gently stroking her back, fingertips trailing down her spine as he kissed her neck and shoulders again.

Primrose turned her face toward him and said, "But ... it hasn’t even been an hour yet."

Edmund replied calmly, "We can still stop if you want to."

Primrose knew it would be better if they stopped now so she could rest longer.

But at the same time ... she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to feel him again. She wanted him to take her to cloud nine again, to fill her up so much that her body couldn’t even hold his seeds anymore.

Was that ... her secret fantasy?

To be bred by her own husband?

"How about... one more time?" she whispered, holding up one finger with a shy little smile. Then she leaned in closer and added softly, "You can give me more energy now." She closed the distance between them and kissed him gently.

"Alright," Edmund said. "Once more."

He kissed her again first, slowly and deeply, letting his energy flow into her through his lips. When he finally pulled away, he whispered, "But this time, let me do everything for you."

He laid her down gently on the bed. "You don’t have to move a muscle."

Not that she minded at all because in fact, Primrose was more than happy to let him take control.

She loved watching him from above, but she also loved it when he dominated her, when he made her completely helpless, unable to do anything but moan his name.

More than that, when he was on top, he could explore her body more freely, move more intensely.

Primrose wrapped her legs around his waist as Edmund began to thrust into her with a rhythm that was more primal, more demanding than before. But since she was already so slippery, there was no pain at all.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling it roughly whenever he hit her sweet spot.

And whenever she tilted her head back, Edmund would immediately take advantage by kissing and biting her neck, leaving red marks all over her pale skin.

To this day, Primrose still found it a little ridiculous how easily Edmund could leave so many red marks on her body. But whenever she tried to do the same ... her teeth would start to ache.

Even earlier, when she bit his shoulder, the mark she left behind was faint, barely visible, like a mosquito bite.

He, on the other hand, had left a mark on the back of her neck, something that couldn’t be erase.

But no matter how hard she tried, she could never leave one on him.

It wasn’t fair because she wanted to mark him as hers too.

Sometimes, she couldn’t help but feel a little bitter that she wasn’t born a lycan. Even being a werewolf would’ve been enough. If she were like Edmund, she could’ve matched his stamina, kept up with him in every way, and maybe satisfied his sexual desire even more.

On top of that, she wouldn’t have to carry the fear that one day, she might start to age while he stayed the same.

He’d told her before that he never thought about things like that. That it didn’t matter to him.

But still ... the thought rented free in her mind.

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