"I’ll move later," Primrose replied sweetly, then looped her arms around his neck and nestled in. "But for now ... can we just stay like this for a few minutes? Just a little cuddle. That’s not too much, right?"
Of course, she didn’t plan to go further than that.
They were still on the road, and there were plenty of people riding outside the carriage.
[Hugging her ... it’s not enough anymore,] Edmund thought bitterly.
[She doesn’t even realize how much she drives me crazy. She’s so sweet, and yet so dangerous for my sanity.]
"Can we do more ... once we reach the inn?" he asked carefully, eyes filled with hope. "It’s been so long, my wife ..."
Primrose had promised they could have sex once a week, but with everything that had come up lately, they hadn’t touched each other like that in weeks.
She leaned her head on his shoulder, her arms holding him just a little tighter.
From the side, she looked up at his face and whispered with a soft smile, "We can do more than just hug."
The road wasn’t bumpy at all, yet for some reason, Edmund looked like he was suffering the entire trip.
He kept crossing his legs every time he sat across from his wife.
Sometimes, Primrose felt thankful that, as a woman, she didn’t have to experience the torment of "blue balls" like her poor husband.
It must be painful ... but honestly, it was a little fun to tease him sometimes.
However, this time, she swore in the name of all that was holy, she hadn’t done anything to provoke him.
She’d just been sitting across from him, quietly eating, occasionally brushing her fingers against his hands when she got bored.
That was it!
She hadn’t done anything bold like tugging her dress down or tying her hair up to show off her neck.
Yet, for some reason, her poor husband looked like he was about to burst into flames.
Primrose was starting to worry that the Lycan King might lose control and devour her right there in the carriage.
[Why did she have to lick her lips like that?] Edmund thought desperately. [Is she trying to seduce me?!]
All she’d done was lick a little smudge of chocolate off the corner of her mouth. She didn’t even realize it would make his already pent-up frustration worse.
"Your Majesty ...," Primrose asked softly, her brows furrowed with concern. "Are you ... alright?"
Edmund clenched his fists tightly and grumbled, turning his face away from her. "I’m fine. I just want to get to the inn already."
Primrose didn’t want to know the reason, but unfortunately, she already did.
By the time the sun had fully set, their carriage finally pulled into an inn.
It was located along a commonly traveled route toward Moonshadow and other nearby cities, so it was often visited by travelers passing through.
But since Edmund had rented the entire inn just for them, the place was quiet and empty.
The innkeeper greeted them with a wide smile, clearly honored to host the King of Beasts in his humble inn.
"Welcome, Your Majesty! I’m deeply honored—"
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