The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 140: The Queen’s Little Bites [M]

"I just want to take things slowly," Edmund said softly. "We’re not in a rush."

"But I want you ..." Primrose whispered, blinking up at him with pleading eyes. "Really ... I won’t feel any pain if you go faster."

Her glistening eyes were always his weakness. In the end, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He pushed his manhood into her, entering her tight inner walls that clenched around him almost instantly.

Primrose let out a soft whimper, her fingers instinctively clutching his arm. Edmund stopped right away, concern flashing in his eyes. "Did I hurt you?"

She quickly shook her head. "No, not at all. I was just ... surprised, that’s all."

In truth, it did hurt a little, but she had told him not to hold back, and now she didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth.

Still, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, Edmund could always read her like an open book.

He slid one arm under her back, pulling her closer, while the other gently stroked her hair. "Let’s take it slow," he whispered.

Edmund began moving his hips gently, planting countless soft kisses across her face as he did so. He wanted to help her relax, to make it easier for her body to adjust to him.

After a bit of struggling, her inner walls finally began to loosen, and her body released more of her arousal, making it easier for him to move deeper.

"Ah!" Primrose cried out softly, accidentally biting his neck as he hit the deepest part of her.

But unlike her delicate skin, Edmund’s was much tougher. If she didn’t bite hard enough, it wouldn’t even leave a mark.

Her own neck and shoulders were already covered in red marks, while his skin was still smooth and untouched. For so reason, that made her pout a little.

She wanted to leave her mark on him too.

As Edmund kept thrusting deeper, she finally bit his shoulder a little harder. A faint red mark appeared, not much, but enough to make her feel satisfied, a small sign that said he belongs to .

She wanted to bite him harder, but it only made her teeth ache.

In the end, all she could leave were light, scattered marks on his shoulder and neck. But that was enough, enough to let him know that she wanted to claim him too.

"Don’t bite again," Edmund said, gently placing his thumb between her teeth.

At first, he only ant to stop her. But then she looked up at him with that shy expression, and he felt his body grow hotter just from the way she stared at him.

"Why?" Primrose asked softly, her words muffled by his thumb.

Edmund took a deep breath. "I just ... don’t want you to hurt your teeth."

Primrose looked at him with wide, round eyes, and then bit down lightly on his thumb. She paused for a mont and said, "But I want to bite you."

Edmund let out a deep growl, his frustration mixing with desire. [Why is my wife getting even sexier right now?]

Suddenly, he grabbed her hands and shifted their position, lifting her into a sitting position so that she was now on top of him.

Primrose threw her head back, moaning louder as his manhood slid even deeper inside her.

Her legs trembled, and just from that one movent, she felt another orgasm crash over her.

"Why ... why did you suddenly change positions?" she asked breathlessly, trying to steady her rapid breathing.

She narrowed her eyes at him, flustered and a little annoyed.

"You said you wanted to bite ," Edmund said as he gently lifted her hips again, letting her adjust to the new rush of pleasure. "My ears are softer than my neck and shoulders."

Primrose leaned forward, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and without hesitation, she bit his ear, softly at first, then just a little harder, enough to make him groan.

"Just like this?" she whispered against his skin.

Edmund held his breath for a mont, and he answered with action.

He began moving his hips again, thrusting up into her with slow, steady thrust that grew deeper and more intense with every thrust.

His hands held her firmly, guiding her rhythm as she moved with him, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

Each ti he drove into her, a soft moan escaped her lips.

She was trembling, barely able to hold herself upright, but she didn’t stop. The way he looked at her, touched her, and filled her, everything felt too good to let go.

Primrose buried her face against his neck, her lips brushing his skin with every tremble breath. "Husband ... it feels so good," she whispered.

He kissed the side of her head, his voice low and tender as he whispered back, "Then let keep making you feel good ... until you forget everything else."

His arms wrapped around her tighter, one hand resting on the small of her back while the other gently guided her hips.

"You’re doing so well," he murmured, his lips brushing her temple. "Just hold on to ."

Primrose nodded faintly, her arms clinging to him as if he were her anchor. Every movent sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her. She could barely keep up with the rhythm, her legs trembling as her body grew more sensitive by the second.

"Husband ..." she moaned again, her voice growing breathier, more desperate. "I think ... I’m close again ..."

"I know." Edmund growled as her inner walls clenched on him tighter. "I’m also close."

He moved faster, his hips eting hers with a rhythm that felt like it was made just for them.

Her moans grew louder, her body clenching around him.

"Ahh—!" Her body arched against his, the pleasure hitting her all at once, like a wave pulling her under.

She cried out his na, her arms shaking as she held him tight, riding out every pulse of her release.

Edmund held her close through it all, slowing down but never letting go. He kissed her shoulder, her jaw, the corner of her mouth, anywhere he could reach.

Monts later, with a deep groan, Edmund finally followed her into release.

His body tensed as he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his seed into her with one final, shuddering thrust.

He held her tightly as he ca, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, his arms trembling slightly from the intensity of it all.

Then, slowly, gently, he softened his grip, brushing her damp hair away from her face as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I love you," he whispered. "So much."

Primrose was taken aback and her mind suddenly went blank.

It was the first ti Edmund said those words.