The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 139: The Queen’s Possessiveness [M]

Edmund slowly slipped two fingers into her honeypot, while his thumb continued to caress her clitoris. The mont 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 tis, his skill had only grown better. Just the way he moved his tongue was enough to send Primrose straight to heaven.

He took his ti, 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 sothing was about to burst inside her, sothing strong.

Was it going to happen again?

That sa 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 ss 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.

Monts 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 et his eyes.

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

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 sothing you don’t need to worry about. I’ll pay for any damages, so you can make as much ss as you want."

"I won’t do that!" Primrose finally looked up at him, pouting. "It would be so embarrassing if they saw how ssy 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.

Edmund nodded with a hum. "Beasts tend to be rough during mating—I an, when we have sex. It’s not unusual for us to break one or two things when things get a little intense."

[I’ve even heard of soone accidentally breaking their partner’s rib,] he thought silently, deciding not to say that part aloud.

Primrose’s face turned pale after hearing what he had just thought. "But ... but you’re not rough with ," she whispered.

Edmund’s eyes softened as he replied, "That’s because I don’t want to hurt you."

"Is it ... also because I’m human, so you hold yourself back?" she asked quietly, lowering her eyes.

If only she had a stronger body or if she had been born a beast like him, maybe he wouldn’t have to be so careful all the ti.

"No, it’s not that," Edmund said gently, brushing his fingers across her cheek. "Even if you were a beast, I still wouldn’t want to hurt you."

He kissed her lips once, then again, and again. "Your pleasure is always more important to ."

In his mind, he added, [If I ever broke my wife’s ribs, then I’d deserve to die.]

Why did her husband have to be so sweet? He was so gentle, Primrose felt like she could get a toothache from how sweet he was being.

Edmund’s hands slid slowly down to her inner thighs. "Tell ," he asked softly, "have I given you enough pleasure?"

"That’s ... that’s enough," Primrose murmured, covering her face shyly with her hands. "It really feels good."

"I can give you more," Edmund said, positioning his hard manhood between her thighs, ready to make her tremble again under him.

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

She was already so wet, so slippery, that he slid in without the slightest resistance.

But even then, he didn’t push all the way in right away. It was as if he was teasing her, or maybe, he just wanted to make sure her body was fully ready for his size.

That was because, even though she was wet enough, her inner walls still felt so tight that Edmund couldn’t slide his manhood in with just one thrust.

"Can you go deeper?" Primrose asked in a small voice, not even daring to et his eyes. "It ... it doesn’t hurt at all."

[But she’s still so tight,] Edmund groaned to himself. [Her body always drives insane.]

Primrose was a little surprised too. Even after taking him several tis, she was still so tight around him.

Then she rembered, maybe it was his saliva.

His saliva could erase every red mark on her body within seconds. Maybe ... his saliva or even his sperm could also restore her hole to how it was before.

Honestly, for a second, she truly considered bottling his saliva and selling it.

She could probably earn a fortune.

But no. She quickly shook that thought away.

She didn’t want anyone else getting the sa treatnt. Just imagining Edmund licking soone else’s wounds made her feel annoyed for no reason.

Even if she bottled his saliva, it would still feel like he had licked soone else.

Sure, if it was a real ergency, it might be acceptable as long as he didn’t lick anyone.

But the idea of him healing another woman’s intimate place?

Absolutely not.

His saliva was hers. Only hers.