The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 79: Good Morning Kiss (1)

Their second wedding night felt like it went on forever.

Primrose could barely remember anything before Edmund finally released his last seed.

Her chest was rising and falling quickly, breath catching like she’d just run around the palace hallways ten times in a row.

Even now, she honestly felt like she might pass out from too much sex if Edmund hadn’t healed her stamina using his saliva.

"Wife, are you all right?" Edmund was still on top of her. He gently turned her face toward him, gazing into her teary, sleepy eyes.

Primrose responded between shaky breaths. "I ... I need more of your ’medicine.’"

The "medicine" she referred to was, of course, none other than her husband’s saliva, a stamina booster far more effective than anything sold at a pharmacy.

Without saying a word, Edmund kissed her swollen lips. He gently parted them with his thumb and gave her the "medicine" she asked for.

Warmth spread from her throat through her whole body, slowly bringing back the strength she thought she’d completely lost.

But even with her energy returning, her eyelids still felt heavy. After he gave her more "medicine," she let her eyes close, and her arms, which had been wrapped around his neck, slowly slipped down.

Edmund caught her hands before they could fall, holding them gently as if they were made of glass. He smiled as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, then leaned in to kiss her lips again, this time softer.

"Wife," he whispered, lips brushing hers, "I really can’t get enough of you."

• •

Primrose could sleep for hours, but the only time she ever woke up feeling light and in a good mood was after spending the night with the mighty Lycan King.

Like this morning, her eyes were still closed, but a soft smile had already formed on her lips.

Still half-asleep, she reached out to pat the space beside her, searching for another pillow to hug. But instead of something soft, her hand landed on something firm, maybe a little soft, but definitely not a pillow.

Weirdly enough, even the pillow under her head felt firmer than usual. Still, it was strangely more comfortable ... and much warmer.

Her fingers moved up slowly, and her brows creased when her palm touched something uneven. It felt like ... a nose?

Wait. A nose?!

Her eyes flew open and she immediately sat up straight on the bed. She blinked a few times, trying to shake off the morning fog in her head.

The room was dim. The curtains were still closed, but morning light was starting to peek through the slits above the window.

’Where am I again?’ she thought, glancing around at the dark-colored walls and floor.

Then, within seconds, she turned to the side and froze.

Her pillow had somehow turned into a tall, muscular, and hot man.

Wait. That man was her husband!

"Good morning, wife."

Edmund was lying beside her, one arm tucked behind his head, his icy-blue eyes locked onto hers, like a wolf eyeing a little rabbit he planned to devour.

[My wife always looks so beautiful when she wakes up.]

[It’s so hard to take my eyes off her.]

Primrose lowered her gaze and widened her eyes the moment she realized she wasn’t wearing a single piece of clothing.

No wonder he couldn’t stop staring at her!

She quickly wrapped herself in the blanket, almost as if she wanted to disappear into its thickness.

Even though she had shown her whole body to her husband last night, for some reason, it still felt incredibly strange to be naked in front of Edmund when they weren’t, well ... doing anything.

She ran her hands over her skin and let out a soft breath of relief when she realized Edmund had already cleaned her body last night.

But still, why didn’t he help her put on clothes?!

[It’s really nice to sleep skin-to-skin with my wife.]

Ah. So that was the reason.

[If I could, I’d still want to stay in bed with her until noon.]

Well, they could do that. Primrose didn’t have much to do today, except for meeting the royal advisor later.

[Too bad ... I have to train the new soldiers who just started their drills today.]

Primrose clicked her tongue quietly. For some reason, she felt annoyed that Edmund had to leave her side so soon.

"I thought you were going to move me to another room last night," Primrose said, her tone clearly teasing.

Edmund also sat up on the bed, lowering his head slightly, still feeling guilty about what he’d done on their first wedding night.

"I won’t do that again, wife," Edmund said firmly. "I’ll sleep with you every time we finish our mating se—I mean, our baby-making session."

He could’ve just said making love instead, but whatever—as long as he didn’t call it a mating session, she could live with that.

"Do you have something to do this morning?" Primrose asked, pretending she didn’t already know.

Edmund nodded and stepped out of bed. "I have something important to take care of," he said softly, avoiding her gaze. "So ... I don’t think I’ll be able to eat breakfast with you today."

He paused for a moment, then added, "You can stay in my room as long as you like."

[If my wife stays here longer, her flowery scent will linger a little more. I don’t want it to fade too soon.]

Flowery scent?

Primrose blinked. She hadn’t worn any perfume today and she doubted Edmund would’ve sprayed any on her after washing her last night.

She leaned in a little and tried to sniff herself, but just like she thought, she didn’t smell anything.

Beast senses really were something else.

"Can you ... at least give me something to wear?" she asked, clutching the blanket around her a little tighter.

Edmund straightened up instantly, then quickly grabbed her nightgown and robe from the couch.

Primrose narrowed her eyes a bit when she saw how neatly everything had been folded. So neat, in fact, it almost looked like a maid had done it.

But that couldn’t be. The possessive Lycan King would never let anyone else see her naked, right? Sure, the maids who dressed her before had seen her bare skin, but letting them see her lying naked in his bed?

That would be way too much for her pride to handle.