The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 171: Pure Love [M]

"That looks painful," Primrose said softly. "Wouldn’t it be better if you ... took it off?"

She couldn’t stop staring at the bulge in Edmund’s pants. His trapped boner looked like it was begging to be freed, like it needed air just to breathe.

Edmund didn’t say anything, but she could hear his thoughts clearly.

[I haven’t given my wife enough pleasure yet ... If I take my pants off now, I might lose focus and end up chasing my own release instead of hers.]

Wasn’t it already enough?

He had made her squirt so hard it was like a fountain, and embarrassed her to the point of tears.

What else could he possibly want to do?

If this kept going, she’d be completely wrecked, shaking from head to toe.

And while that did sound like a wonderful experience, sometimes, too much of a good thing could become overwhelming, maybe even a little exhausting instead of satisfying.

"You’ve done more than enough for me," Primrose whispered, her cheeks warm with shyness. "So ... I want to feel good with you. Did the book say anything about how to do that?"

Edmund nodded. "A few things."

Without saying anything else, he slowly took off his shirt and slid down his pants.

His manhood, finally free after being caged for so long, throbbed softly, twitching and leaking pre-cum as Primrose reached out to touch him.

But Edmund gently caught her hand, stopping her.

"You don’t have to do anything tonight," he said quietly. "The book is about teaching husbands how to pleasure their wives, not the other way around."

Primrose held her breath as he pulled her closer and kissed her deeply, letting their saliva mix as their lips moved in sync.

Her heart pounded so loudly, she could practically hear it echoing in her chest.

His hands trailed down the curve of her spine, stopping at her waist and holding her tightly.

She arched her back, leaning into him, hungry for more.

When he finally pulled away, Primrose looked up at him with soft, dreamy eyes. Her lips parted just slightly, almost begging him to kiss her again.

She leaned in to kiss him again, but Edmund pulled away and kissed her cheek instead.

"You really love kissing, don’t you, my wife?" he murmured against her skin.

"I do," she pouted, eyes narrowing just a little. "Then why are you avoiding my lips? Don’t you like kissing me?"

Edmund gently caressed her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear with such care it made her heart flutter.

"If we keep kissing," he said with a teasing smile, "we’ll end up doing it all night."

"And what’s wrong with that?" she asked, raising a brow.

"You’ll end up sleeping all day tomorrow and miss everything else," he replied.

"Like you said, this is a vacation, not just a honeymoon. If all we do here is make love, you won’t get to enjoy any of it."

Primrose completely ignored his reasoning and leaned in to kiss him again, more than once.

"That’s fine," she murmured. "I already told Marielle we’re not going anywhere tomorrow."

Her gaze dropped to his lips, voice lowering to a soft, almost pleading whisper. "So kiss me. Kiss me as much as you want."

Within seconds, their lips met again, this time with more hunger. It was as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.

Edmund held her tightly in his arms, one arm wrapped around her waist as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss.

His other hand rested at the back of her head, fingers gently caressing her hair. Every so often, he’d accidentally tug it a little too hard, but she didn’t mind.

[This is bad ...] he thought. [Her lips are addictive. If she doesn’t stop me, I won’t be able to stop myself.]

Sensing how far things might go, Primrose pressed her hands softly against his chest, breaking the kiss so they could catch their breath.

He looked at her, his eyes full of love, admiration, and something deeper ... something that felt like he was worshipping her, body and soul.

"You’re right," Primrose whispered with a soft laugh. "We really would kiss all night if we didn’t stop ourselves."

There was nothing wrong with kissing all night, but Primrose knew he had to release his desire soon before it turned into torturous agony for him.

Primrose ran her thumb over his lips and whispered, "We can do more than kiss, if you want to."

She expected Edmund to push her down onto the bed, but to her surprise, he suddenly turned her around so that her back was facing him.

Before she could ask what he was doing, he gently pushed her upper body down, making her lie flat on her stomach with her hips slightly raised.

She blinked in confusion, unsure of what was going on. Through the mirror’s reflection, she saw Edmund positioning himself behind her, guiding his hard manhood toward her core.

He held the small vibrating pebble in one hand, and that alone made Primrose a little nervous about what he planned to do next.

"Don’t be nervous," Edmund said, rubbing her wet slit with his thumb, trying to help her relax. "The book said this position makes you feel really good."

Then, without a word, he slipped a pillow under her stomach to make her more comfortable.

Primrose didn’t say a word, she was too shy to even glance back at him. All she could do was keep her hips raised, silently offering herself to him.

Edmund gently parted her folds and placed the tip of his manhood at her wet honeypot. He let out a low growl and clenched his jaw because apparently, the chocolate had also heightened his sensitivity.

"Nghh ..." Primrose moaned softly, curling her fingers into the leather mat beneath her.

Even though she didn’t want to look, she still ended up watching their reflection in the mirror.

Her lips parted slightly, moaning silently as Edmund pushed himself deeper into her. He gripped her waist tightly when her inner walls clenched around him so hard it hurt.

"You need to relax, my wife," Edmund said, leaning down to kiss her from the back of her neck to her spine.

Primrose bit her lips, taking deep breaths. Once her muscles began to loosen, Edmund could finally move more freely.

He poured the scented oil between them, making it easier for him to thrust into her.

At that moment, he didn’t bother holding back, moving so fast that the bed creaked beneath them.

The book hadn’t lied.

This position really did make her feel so good that it made her head spin.

Edmund easily reached her sweet spot, hitting it again and again until she cried out in pure pleasure.

She hadn’t even caught her breath when he pressed the vibrating pebble against her clitoris.

That touch alone sent her straight to heaven. Her eyes rolled back, and she bit into the mattress, toes curling as she came once, then again, before she could even think.

He slowed down, giving her a chance to breathe. Her body trembled from the aftershocks as she reached out to find his hand.

"Your face ... I want to see your face," she whispered.

That position allowed for deep penetration and perfect stimulation, but it also limited the intimacy of seeing each other’s expressions.

She could see his face through the mirror, but nothing was better than seeing him up close.

She wanted the real thing. She wanted him.

Edmund pulled out gently, then turned Primrose’s body so they could face each other.

"Are you tired?" he asked, brushing a few strands of hair from her face.

Primrose gave him a small nod. "Kiss me again," she murmured.

Without a word, Edmund leaned in and kissed her softly, so tenderly that it made the butterflies in her stomach flutter wildly.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, welcoming him back inside her warm, slick core.

Edmund slipped one arm beneath her back, while his other hand cradled the back of her head, pulling her in for a deeper kiss.

It was hard for her to breathe, but as long as even a little air made it through her nose, she didn’t want to push him away.

The book might have taught him how to please his wife, how to make her moan his name and scream beneath him, but no book could ever teach a man how to pour all of his love into his wife.

Many men could hide their true nature by reading books about how to be a good husband or by observing what women wanted their men to be.

They could mimic the theory quickly, shaping themselves into a perfect prince charming.

They could fake their actions or soften their voices, but they would never be able to perfectly imitate a man who truly loved his wife.

When a man loves a woman with all his heart, his eyes would light up every time he saw her, sparkling like stars in the night sky as he held her in his arms.

His touch would feel like fire, not one that burns, but one that warms and give comfort, like standing in a beautiful garden under the sun.

That’s exactly how Primrose felt whenever she was with Edmund.

His eyes.

His touch.

The way he treated her with kindness, respect, and gentleness.

If those weren’t the language of pure love, then Primrose didn’t know what was.

"I love you," he whispered as he pulled away from the kiss.

[More than I love this world.]

[More than I love myself ...]

Primrose reached for his face and gave him a soft, sweet smile. "I love you too, Edmund."

He didn’t know how to love himself, so Primrose would do it for him.