The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139: The Queen’s Possessiveness [M]

Edmund slowly slipped two fingers into her honeypot, while his thumb continued to caress her clitoris. The moment he found her sweet spot, Primrose couldn’t help but moan louder.

She bit her lower lip, squirming under her husband’s touch. Then, without warning, Edmund leaned in and began sucking gently on one of her nipples.

After having sex with him several times, his skill had only grown better. Just the way he moved his tongue was enough to send Primrose straight to heaven.

He took his time, swirling his tongue slowly around her nipple, teasing her. He was building her sensitivity until she grew restless with need.

When her nipple hardened under his attention, he finally touched it directly, flicking it gently with his tongue. Then he gave it a light bite, not enough to hurt her, but just enough to heighten the pleasure.

"Nghh..." Primrose moaned softly, curling her toes as her breath quickened. Her legs began to tremble under the growing waves of pleasure.

Edmund’s fingers moved faster now, hitting her sweet spot again and again, making her feel like she was about to burst.

"I ... I’m close," she whispered, her hands clutching his shoulder while her legs spread even wider, her body giving him silent permission.

But instead of slowing down or letting her catch her breath, Edmund only increased the intensity.

He took turns sucking both of her nipples, making sure every sensitive part of her body was cared for until she couldn’t think straight.

As she neared her climax, Primrose instinctively tried to close her legs, but Edmund gently held her knees apart, keeping her wide open for him.

"Wait! Wait!" she gasped, panic slipping into her voice. She felt something was about to burst inside her, something strong.

Was it going to happen again?

That same overwhelming release, the one that gushed out like a fountain?

It had felt good, yes, but it had also left her terribly embarrassed. She didn’t want to soak the bed or make a mess all over Edmund’s hands and stomach.

Especially since the bed wasn’t theirs.

"I ... I don’t want to dirty the bed ... or you," she whispered, covering her burning face with her hands. She was so flustered, she almost wanted to cry.

"You don’t have to worry about that, my wife," Edmund said tenderly. He climbed up to kiss her lips, all while keeping his fingers moving at just the right pace.

Moments later, Primrose’s whole body trembled. She broke the kiss and cried out as clear liquid burst from her honeypot, forcing Edmund’s fingers out with it.

She clung to him tightly, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. Her release had soaked his hand, his stomach, and the sheets beneath her.

She whimpered softly, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

"This ... this isn’t our bed," Primrose whispered. "What if the innkeeper gets mad at us for making a mess?"

It didn’t even make sense. What kind of innkeeper would dare scold the mighty Lycan King?

Primrose knew that, but her mind was still hazy from the pleasure, so she couldn’t think clearly.

"Primrose, my wife," Edmund said, planting gentle kisses along her shoulder and neck, "that’s something you don’t need to worry about. I’ll pay for any damages, so you can make as much mess as you want."

"I won’t do that!" Primrose finally looked up at him, pouting. "It would be so embarrassing if they saw how messy the room is after we leave."

Edmund smiled faintly, so faint that Primrose almost couldn’t see it. "But honestly, we’re not even that bad. I’ve heard of couples on their honeymoon breaking beds ... and even shattering windows."

Primrose blinked. What kind of people break windows while having sex?

No—wait. The real question was, were they having sex or getting into a fight?

"Is that true?" she asked in disbelief.

He rubbed the head of his manhood against her clitoris and her wet entrance. Every time he slid over her sensitive spot, her hole twitched, as if it was silently begging for him to come in. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

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