The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 220: You’re More Than Enough [M]

She was starting to get tired, honestly, but the pleasure was so intense for both of them, she didn’t want to stop just yet.

Still, Edmund seed to notice her exhaustion.

Without saying a word, he began to help, holding her by the waist and guiding her movents with his own hips. Before long, it felt like he was doing everything, like moving her body for her, while she simply lted in his arms.

"Ah, Edmund!" she cried out, throwing her head back as his thrusts hit her sweet spot again and again. Her thighs trembled so badly, she could no longer hold herself up.

Edmund finally sat up, keeping her on his lap. "Let take care of you," he whispered, capturing her lips in a deep, consuming kiss as he continued to move her up and down on him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss like she never wanted it to end. But when the pleasure beca too much, she broke the kiss with a gasp, only for Edmund to start trailing kisses down her neck and shoulders.

"I—I’m close," she stamred, resting her head on his shoulder, completely overwheld by the waves building inside her.

" too," Edmund groaned, tightening his grip on her waist as he lifted his hips and released his sperm deep inside her.

Primrose bit down on his shoulder, trying to muffle her moan. Her whole body trembled. Her legs shook so badly, she couldn’t even keep still.

She whimpered softly, calling out Edmund’s na over and over again. She didn’t even know why, but hearing his na fall from her lips made her feel safe, loved, and happy.

"Do you want to stop?" Edmund murmured, his hand gently stroking her back, fingertips trailing down her spine as he kissed her neck and shoulders again.

Primrose turned her face toward him and said, "But ... it hasn’t even been an hour yet."

Edmund replied calmly, "We can still stop if you want to."

Primrose knew it would be better if they stopped now so she could rest longer.

But at the sa ti ... she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to feel him again. She wanted him to take her to cloud nine again, to fill her up so much that her body couldn’t even hold his seeds anymore.

Was that ... her secret fantasy?

To be bred by her own husband?

"How about... one more ti?" she whispered, holding up one finger with a shy little smile. Then she leaned in closer and added softly, "You can give more energy now." She closed the distance between them and kissed him gently.

"Alright," Edmund said. "Once more."

He kissed her again first, slowly and deeply, letting his energy flow into her through his lips. When he finally pulled away, he whispered, "But this ti, let do everything for you."

He laid her down gently on the bed. "You don’t have to move a muscle."

Not that she minded at all because in fact, Primrose was more than happy to let him take control.

She loved watching him from above, but she also loved it when he dominated her, when he made her completely helpless, unable to do anything but moan his na.

More than that, when he was on top, he could explore her body more freely, move more intensely.

Primrose wrapped her legs around his waist as Edmund began to thrust into her with a rhythm that was more primal, more demanding than before. But since she was already so slippery, there was no pain at all.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling it roughly whenever he hit her sweet spot.

And whenever she tilted her head back, Edmund would imdiately take advantage by kissing and biting her neck, leaving red marks all over her pale skin.

To this day, Primrose still found it a little ridiculous how easily Edmund could leave so many red marks on her body. But whenever she tried to do the sa ... her teeth would start to ache.

Even earlier, when she bit his shoulder, the mark she left behind was faint, barely visible, like a mosquito bite.

He, on the other hand, had left a mark on the back of her neck, sothing that couldn’t be erase.

But no matter how hard she tried, she could never leave one on him.

It wasn’t fair because she wanted to mark him as hers too.

Sotis, she couldn’t help but feel a little bitter that she wasn’t born a lycan. Even being a werewolf would’ve been enough. If she were like Edmund, she could’ve matched his stamina, kept up with him in every way, and maybe satisfied his sexual desire even more.

On top of that, she wouldn’t have to carry the fear that one day, she might start to age while he stayed the sa.

He’d told her before that he never thought about things like that. That it didn’t matter to him.

But still ... the thought rented free in her mind.

What if, one day, she couldn’t excite him the way she used to?

For the first ti in her life, she truly felt like being human was sucked.

"What’s wrong?" Edmund asked, noticing how quiet she’d beco. It was as if her thoughts were sowhere far away. "Did I do sothing wrong? Are you tired? Should I stop?"

Primrose snapped out of her thoughts the mont she heard his concerned questions.

"I’m fine," she said gently, looking into his eyes with a soft smile. "You can keep going."

Edmund wanted to ask more, but the mont her inner walls tightened around him, clenching so perfectly that his mind went blank.

She had distracted him on purpose, and it worked. Because the next second, Edmund gave in completely and started moving again, pounding into her with a hunger that silenced every other thought.

Primrose moaned louder as he moved harder and faster. "H-Husband ... Edmund!" she gasped. "Slower ... slow down."

To her surprise, he actually listened.

But even though he slowed the pace, he didn’t hold back the force.

He pulled out almost all the way, leaving just the tip inside, then slamd back in with a deep, powerful thrust that made her cry out. Her body trembled, completely at his rcy.

She whimpered softly, her voice echoing through the room alongside the crackling of the fireplace and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. She was pretty sure she had reached another orgasm, but she couldn’t tell clearly because Edmund still hadn’t stopped.

She rolled her eyes back as he began stimulating both her clitoris and nipples at the sa ti.

Her voice turned hoarse from how much she’d been moaning, but instead of worrying, Edmund found the sound unbelievably sexy.

"I’m almost there," Edmund groaned. His breath sounded so hot and sexy it made Primrose dizzy. She even leaned her face closer, wanting to hear that sound more clearly.

Not long after, both of them reached their climax together.

Primrose arched her back, panting hard, then finally collapsed onto the mattress, her chest rising and falling so quickly it was like she had just sprinted up a hill.

Her breathing beca so fast, it started to make her chest ache.

Edmund noticed imdiately. He leaned down and kissed her, feeding her more of his saliva to help replenish her energy.

Slowly, her breathing steadied and the tightness in her chest faded away.

"Are you alright?" Edmund whispered, pressing their foreheads together, listening closely to make sure her breathing had returned to normal.

Primrose swallowed slightly before taking a deep breath. "I’m fine now," she finally let out a sigh of relief. "You don’t have to worry."

"I’m sorry," Edmund said as he gently pulled his manhood out of her honeypot. "I shouldn’t have been that rough." He kissed the corner of her eye and added softly, "I’m really sorry."

"No, it’s alright." Primrose reached up, cupping his face with both hands. "If anyone should be sorry, it’s ."

Edmund frowned. "Why would you say that?"

"If only my body were stronger, you wouldn’t always have to be so careful," Primrose spoke with a sad look in her eyes. "I’m sorry I can’t satisfy you the way you deserve."

Edmund’s frown deepened, and his expression darkened with seriousness. "No—no, don’t say things like that," he said. "You are more than enough for . I an it, I feel completely satisfied with you, my wife."

[If I wasn’t, how could I have reached my release and filled her like that?]

[Isn’t that already proof enough of how much I enjoy being with her? No—forget that. Who cares about her body? Even if she couldn’t have sex with at all, she would still be enough.]

Hearing the honest voice of his heart made Primrose’s own heart swell with warmth.

What had gotten into her, anyway? She knew Edmund would never leave her just because of sothing like this. And yet, she’d let those thoughts creep in.

"Even if I could only have sex with you once per night ... you’d still feel satisfied?" she asked, needing to hear it one more ti.

Edmund lay down beside her and wrapped his arms around her gently, pulling her close to his chest.

"Even if you never wanted to do it again, I’d still be happy just having you beside ," he whispered. "That’s why I never want to hear you say you’re not enough. Because to , you’re everything."

[She’s more than enough for .]

Primrose didn’t say anything else after that. She simply moved closer, snuggling into his chest as her eyes slowly drifted closed.

"You can sleep now," Edmund whispered, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. "I’ll wake you before noon."