The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 218: My Husband Always Knows How to Please Me [M]

Edmund leaned in and softly brushed his thumb across her lips. "I’m sorry," he whispered. "For letting him touch you like that."

[I should’ve come for her sooner,] he thought, filled with regret. [She must’ve been so scared ... and thinking something awful was going to happen to her.]

"It’s alright," Primrose replied with a faint smile. "It already happened. That’s why ... I want to erase every trace he left on me."

Edmund didn’t say anything else in response because he was already kissing her lips. He did it so gently, like he was kissing something fragile, like soft cotton.

He kissed every part of her mouth—the corners, the top, the bottom—and when Primrose parted her lips slightly, he slipped his tongue inside, doing everything he could to wipe away the memory of Thevan from her mouth.

Primrose’s breathing grew shallow, her chest rising and falling quickly as if Edmund’s kiss had stolen the air from her lungs.

She felt lightheaded, like she was floating, like he was carrying her into the sky, away from everything that hurt. Her thoughts melted away, leaving only the warmth of him and the soft burn of his love.

He kept kissing her over and over again, pouring all his love into her, as if trying to cleanse every last bit of that filth from her heart.

"Where else ... did he touch you?" Edmund asked in a low, careful voice once he broke the kiss. His blue eyes gazed into her glistening golden ones.

Between her trembling breaths, Primrose answered, "My neck ... he touched my neck."

Edmund gently tilted her head to the side and began kissing her neck slowly and lovingly.

Every inch of her skin received a kiss, and in between, he left faint red marks, not too harsh, but soft enough to claim her as his, to remind her she belonged to someone who truly cared for her.

Primrose moaned softly, her legs rubbing together on instinct. She could already feel a warm wetness growing between her thighs, making faint, sticky sounds every time her skin brushed.

"M-My hands," Primrose added, lifting both of them toward him. "He grabbed them ... and held my wrists down."

Edmund took her hands in his and kissed both palms over and over. He kissed every one of her fingers, one by one, until Primrose could hear the pounding of her own heart echoing in her chest.

The way he kissed her palms, her wrists, even the backs of her hands, it was so gentle, so pure, that her head began to spin.

"For now ... just remember I’m the only man who gets to hold your hands like this." Edmund slid his fingers between hers, squeezing them tightly, rubbing his thumbs along the back of her hands.

He brushed his thumbs along the backs of her hands, then lifted them to his lips again, kissing them one by one without breaking eye contact. "No man has the right to touch you like this," he whispered.

Primrose swallowed hard, then asked in a soft voice, "But ... what if someone grabs my hand, even when I try to pull away? Would you be mad at me?"

"You?" Edmund gave her a look that was both fierce and full of love. "Why would I ever be mad at you?"

"If anything," he said gently, "I’d be furious at him."

[If any man dares to touch my wife without permission ... I’d cut off his hands myself.]

His tone was sweet. But Primrose knew her husband could absolutely do it if he wanted to.

"Edmund ..." Primrose slowly sat up on the bed so she could look into his eyes more easily. "Can you just ... kiss every part of my body? Because honestly ... I feel dirty all over."

Edmund carefully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "There’s nothing disgusting about you." He cupped her cheeks softly. "But if my kisses can make you feel better ... then I’ll gladly do that for you."

He untied the front of her nightgown, slowly pulling it down until her shoulders were bare before his eyes.

He untied the front of her nightgown and slowly pulled it down until her shoulders were bare in front of him.

Then he leaned down and kissed them softly before moving down to her collarbone.

When his lips reached her breast, he didn’t stop at just a kiss. He gently cupped it in his hand and gave it a light squeeze, as if trying to remind her again and again that she was his.

[Maybe I’m just imagining things ... but my wife’s breasts feel a little bigger in my hands.]

He wasn’t the only one who noticed it, Primrose had felt the same way. In fact, even back in Moonshadow, Marielle had mentioned it while helping her tighten the corset.

Maybe it was because Primrose had been eating a little more lately, and the fat had made her breasts slightly fuller.

Or ... maybe it was because Edmund had been playing with them a little too often whenever they made love.

Whenever he tried to get her wet, he would squeeze them, tease her nipples with his fingers and tongue.

And when he was deep inside her, pounding her mercilessly, he held onto her breasts like they were his lifeline.

Honestly, why did he love them so much? They weren’t particularly large, just a decent size.

But if Primrose had to be honest, she didn’t mind at all. Because he didn’t just touch them for fun, he made her feel things. He gave her so much pleasure.

Just like now. His hands cupped her breasts, treating them like soft, fluffy cushions. But even then, he was careful not to squeeze too hard because he was always careful. He was always trying to make sure she felt good, not hurt.

His touch was so perfect that it made Primrose moan softly. And when his fingers started playing with her nipples, her back arched and her moans came louder, especially when he slowly circled her areola before brushing right over her sensitive peak.

How could he be this good at teasing her?

He was so good that the woman who once thought once-a-week sex was more than enough was now starting to think ... maybe they could do it every night instead.

Honestly, it was probably because Edmund had gotten really good at touching and playing with her body lately. Those books Mirelle gave him must’ve had a huge influence on him.

"Nghh—" Primrose tugged on his hair when Edmund sucked on her nipple.

At the same time, his hand slipped into her panties, fingers brushing over her wet folds, teasing her slowly, so slowly it drove her insane. She tilted her head back, trying her best to stay quiet, but a shaky moan still escaped when he touched her clit.

"You’re wetter than usual," Edmund murmured, pulling his mouth away from her nipple to look her in the eye. "Do you really love my kisses that much?"

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