The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 77: The Queen’s Loud Heartbeat [M]

Primrose didn’t even have the chance to open her mouth when Edmund touched her lips with his. She tilted her head, touching his cheek once she was sure that her husband would never drop her.

Her whole body melted into his arms. Their lips moved together slowly, gently, as if they were made to fit just right. His scent filled her senses, a blend of vanilla and aged wine that made her feel lightheaded, almost drunk.

She parted her lips, letting him kiss her deeper and sucking her lower lip, then her upper, over and over again.

Her evening robe slipped off her shoulders and fell to the floor, leaving her in only a soft, light pink nightgown with long, loose sleeves.

She hadn’t worn a corset tonight. She only planned to walk around the palace before bed, and the thick robe had covered everything well enough.

Her nightgown wasn’t see-through, but the fabric was thin. Therefore, when Edmund touched her, it felt like he was touching her bare skin.

Primrose squirmed and let out a soft moan when his hand moved from her waist up to the side of her breast.

When their kiss finally ended, she leaned into him, breathless, while he planted small kisses along her neck, then down to her bare shoulder.

Her toes curled. He hadn’t even touched her in the most sensitive places yet, but her heart was already racing, and turned her whole body into soft jelly.

[I can never get enough of smelling her flowery scent] Edmund breathed against her neck, kissing her again and again until another moan escaped her lips.

"Edmund ..." she whispered. "You already prepared the bed. It’d be a shame not to use it."

Edmund’s eyes darkened with desire in an instant. He took a step toward the bed, almost throwing Primrose onto it, if only he hadn’t come to his senses at the very last second.

[You fool! What if my wife gets hurt because I toss her onto the bed like that?!]

Primrose blinked, puzzled by the sudden pause. The royal bed was incredibly soft, sinking slightly under one’s weight the moment they lay down.

Even if Edmund had thrown her onto it, she wouldn’t have gotten hurt, but the Lycan King still didn’t want to take any chances.

Primrose couldn’t help but feel flustered by his gentleness. Her heart felt like it might burst one day, especially with the way Edmund always treated her like she was a delicate beautiful flower.

[Why is my wife’s heartbeat louder and faster than usual? Is she sick?]

As Edmund gently laid her down on the bed, his ears were close to her chest, so it was no surprise he could hear her heartbeat loud and clear.

"Wife, you ... you’re not going to faint, are you?" Edmund asked, a little uncertain. "Your heart ... it’s beating too hard."

Primrose looked away, mumbling, "It just means I’m really happy."

[My ... my wife is happy?! What made her happy?!]

[IS IT BECAUSE OF ME?!]

Who else could it be? The soldiers outside the hallway?

Edmund asked cautiously, "Are you happy because ... I kissed you?"

Primrose bit her lower lip, too shy to answer such a direct question. "Y-yes."

He leaned in, brushing a kiss against her ear. "Would you be even happier ... if I touched you more?"

"I-I don’t know," Primrose whispered, her cheeks burning. "Maybe ... you should find out for yourself."

Edmund didn’t ask anything else, but his hands were already moving, slowly slipping her nightgown off her body.

He swallowed hard. [Even though this isn’t the first time I’ve seen her body, I still can’t believe that a monster like me ended up with a wife as beautiful as her.]

But why not?

Even if many people said Edmund was terrifying, they couldn’t deny the truth that he had a handsome face, the kind that could steal hearts without trying.

Even if the Moon Goddess hadn’t given him a fated mate, Edmund could still win over a beautiful woman and mark her as his own.

He really should stop thinking so low of himself.

Before Primrose could say anything, her body jolted when Edmund suddenly latched his mouth onto her nipple. At the same time, his hand gently parted her legs, slowly moving toward her wet honeypot.

Just like on their first night, Edmund took his time. He did everything he could to make her body relaxed, to make sure she wouldn’t feel pain when he finally slid his big manhood inside her.

But honestly, it was a little frustrating for Primrose too. He always made her reach climax once or twice—sometimes more—before she even got to taste the main course.

Not that she wanted to complain. Seriously, who in their right mind would be upset about having an orgasm during foreplay?

Still, for some reason, she couldn’t help but feel like she wasn’t doing enough. Edmund always did all the work, while the only thing she did was lie on the bed and moan.

"Husband," Primrose called out softly, her voice trembling a bit. Edmund was in between her legs, licking her wet honeypot and making sure her insides were covered with his saliva before he entered her. "Do you ... want me to pleasure you too?"

Edmund looked up, his face already flushed. "You don’t have to do anything."

Primrose bit her lower lip. "But ... it feels unfair," she whispered. "You’ve done so much for me, yet I haven’t done anything for you."

"What do you mean by that, wife?" he said gently. "Just your existence is enough for me."

[Even when she does nothing, she still makes me feel incredible pleasure. I’d probably lose my mind if she actually tried to do something ...]

Lose his mind?

Primrose didn’t want Edmund to lose his sanity just because she wanted to try a few things she’d read in those erotic books to please her husband.

Maybe now just wasn’t the right time for that.

"Then ... how about you put it in now?" Primrose said shyly. "That way, I won’t be the only one feeling good."