The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Good Morning Kiss (1)

Their second wedding night felt like it went on forever.

Primrose could barely remember anything before Edmund finally released his last seed.

Her chest was rising and falling quickly, breath catching like she’d just run around the palace hallways ten times in a row.

Even now, she honestly felt like she might pass out from too much sex if Edmund hadn’t healed her stamina using his saliva.

"Wife, are you all right?" Edmund was still on top of her. He gently turned her face toward him, gazing into her teary, sleepy eyes.

Primrose responded between shaky breaths. "I ... I need more of your ’medicine.’"

The "medicine" she referred to was, of course, none other than her husband’s saliva, a stamina booster far more effective than anything sold at a pharmacy.

Without saying a word, Edmund kissed her swollen lips. He gently parted them with his thumb and gave her the "medicine" she asked for.

Warmth spread from her throat through her whole body, slowly bringing back the strength she thought she’d completely lost.

But even with her energy returning, her eyelids still felt heavy. After he gave her more "medicine," she let her eyes close, and her arms, which had been wrapped around his neck, slowly slipped down.

Edmund caught her hands before they could fall, holding them gently as if they were made of glass. He smiled as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, then leaned in to kiss her lips again, this time softer.

"Wife," he whispered, lips brushing hers, "I really can’t get enough of you."

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Primrose could sleep for hours, but the only time she ever woke up feeling light and in a good mood was after spending the night with the mighty Lycan King.

Like this morning, her eyes were still closed, but a soft smile had already formed on her lips.

Still half-asleep, she reached out to pat the space beside her, searching for another pillow to hug. But instead of something soft, her hand landed on something firm, maybe a little soft, but definitely not a pillow.

Weirdly enough, even the pillow under her head felt firmer than usual. Still, it was strangely more comfortable ... and much warmer.

Her fingers moved up slowly, and her brows creased when her palm touched something uneven. It felt like ... a nose?

Wait. A nose?!

Her eyes flew open and she immediately sat up straight on the bed. She blinked a few times, trying to shake off the morning fog in her head.

The room was dim. The curtains were still closed, but morning light was starting to peek through the slits above the window.

’Where am I again?’ she thought, glancing around at the dark-colored walls and floor.

Then, within seconds, she turned to the side and froze.

Her pillow had somehow turned into a tall, muscular, and hot man.

Wait. That man was her husband!

"Good morning, wife."

Edmund was lying beside her, one arm tucked behind his head, his icy-blue eyes locked onto hers, like a wolf eyeing a little rabbit he planned to devour.

[My wife always looks so beautiful when she wakes up.]

[It’s so hard to take my eyes off her.]

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