The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19: The Lycan King’s Endless Hunger [M]

Edmund let out a rough breath, his entire body trembling with the effort to hold back. But the moment she gave him permission, his restraint snapped.

His icy blue eyes darkened as lust took over his mind.

[I want my wife to moan louder.]

Suddenly, he pulled out, and Primrose shivered as she felt her nectar dragging along his penis before he pushed back in, filling her all over again.

Primrose arched her back, her head tilting upward as the movement knocked the air from her lungs.

Her nails dug into his back, her entire body overwhelmed by the indescribable mix of pleasure and intensity that made her toes curl.

[She looks so sexy like that.]

[Is it really that good?]

Did he seriously need confirmation?

"H-husband ... ah!" Primrose gasped as Edmund moved his hips, thrusting in and out of her wet core. "It’s so good—Ahh!"

She only meant to reassure him, to let him know there was no discomfort, that he didn’t need to hold back.

But before she realized it, moans slipped past her lips without her even intending to.

Edmund groaned, his grip tightening on her hips as he lowered his head, kissing down her neck before sucking hard, leaving deep red marks along her skin.

But he didn’t stop there.

His teeth grazed her bare shoulder before biting down just enough to make her tremble. Then his lips captured her sensitive nipple, his tongue flicking over it as he sucked greedily.

Could he stop biting her like he was trying to eat her alive?!

The pleasure was too much, so overwhelming that Primrose had apparently climaxed without even realizing it.

The worst part? Edmund had no idea either. He just kept pounding into her like he’d drop dead if he slowed down for even a second.

She hadn’t expected him to actually listen—after all, he was completely lost in the moment.

But to her surprise, the second the words left her lips, Edmund’s movements slowed, his breathing ragged as he fought for control.

[Control yourself, you fucking beast.]

[If I’m too rough, I’ll hurt her.]

[But damn it, she’s so tight. Every time I push in, she clenches even harder around me.]

[It’s too good. Too damn good.]

Primrose’s face burned at his shameless thoughts. Did he have to voice every single dirty thought in his head?! She barely had the energy to move, and yet here he was, acting like she was the one seducing him.

"Sorry," he groaned, voice thick with restraint. "I’ll slow down."

But that promise? Completely useless.

Because not even a minute later, he was pounding into her again, his rhythm growing messy like he was desperate to feel her.

The bed creaked under them, the room filled with the wet, lewd sounds of their bodies moving together. Primrose trembled, her body convulsing under his grip, overwhelmed by the way he handled her like he couldn’t get enough.

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