The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? 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 mont 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 movent knocked the air from her lungs.

Her nails dug into his back, her entire body overwheld 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 ant 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 mont.

But to her surprise, the second the words left her lips, Edmund’s movents 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 ti I push in, she clenches even harder around .]

[It’s too good. Too damn good.]

Primrose’s face burned at his shaless 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 ssy 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, overwheld by the way he handled her like he couldn’t get enough.

His manhood never failed to hit the perfect spot, and his hands never stopped caressing and teasing every sensitive part of her body.

Because of that, she ca again. Twice in a row!

Her moans ca out of her red lips, loud enough that if the room weren’t soundproof, the entire palace would have known their Queen was being thoroughly conquered by the King.

As Edmund neared his climax, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him so tightly that there was no space left between them, just so he could bury himself even deeper inside her.

"E-Edmund ... Husband, I-I feel sothing again." Primrose buried her face against his neck, her breath felt warm against his skin.

" too," Edmund murmured. His voice sounded a bit rough.

Monts later, a thick warm liquid filled her, making her entire body tremble in pleasure. Her mind blanked out, her breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure overwheld her senses.

Even after Edmund pulled out, her body was still twitching. Her hole throbbed, forcing his white seed to dripping out, staining the sheets beneath her.

[She’s still twitching ... How the hell am I supposed to control myself when she looks this sexy?]

[If she slaps after this, I probably deserve it.]

As Primrose slowly regained her breath, she lowered her gaze, only to freeze in shock.

Edmund’s manhood had hardened again in re seconds.

The tip was still dripping with his release, yet it stood tall, ready to wreck her hole again.

No wonder the soldiers and maids had been so confused about how she could still walk after the Lycan King took her virginity.

She swore she might actually die if he wanted another round. She could barely lift a finger, let alone match the insane stamina of the mighty Lycan.

"Husband ... I’m tired..." Primrose mumbled weakly. She peeked up at him, her eyes hazy with exhaustion. "I don’t think I can go on ... I’m so sorry for disappointing you."

She looked so pitiful, so utterly drained, that even she wasn’t sure if she was apologizing or begging for rcy.

[Did I overdo it?]

Of course, he overdid it!

Primrose still couldn’t believe how she had climaxed more than three tis, yet Edmund had only reached his peak after nearly thirty minutes.

She was going to die. Not from battle, not from poison, just from too much sex!

"Don’t worry." Edmund leaned in, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips. "I can also replenish your energy."

H-How?! With his saliva?!

It wasn’t just a kiss, it was more like a possession.

His lips moved against hers slowly, his tongue sliding in to claim every inch of her mouth.

He kissed her like he was savoring her, drinking her in, refusing to let her go. Their saliva mixed as he pressed deeper, sucking on her lips, tilting his head to deepen the connection even further.

And then, she could feel the heat flooded her body.

At first, it was subtle, but within seconds, it spread to all over her body. Her exhaustion lted away like ice under the sun.

’What the hell?! Why do I feel like I just chugged five cups of coffee in one gulp?!’