The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 172: A Beast at Night, A Husband by Day

The night had grown cold, but Primrose felt like her body was on fire the whole time. Edmund had filled her so many times that she lost count, her mind clouded to the point she couldn’t even use her mind-reading ability properly.

Thank goodness Edmund had agreed not to go all out in his beastly way during their honeymoon, or she might’ve gone completely insane the moment she stepped out of this room.

"That .. that was so intense." Primrose sighed heavily as she lay beside Edmund. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling, which seemed to sway a little. Her body felt weightless, like she was floating in the sky. "Oh no... am I in heaven?"

"No, you’re not." Edmund pulled her closer and kissed her lips to give her more strength. "You’re still right here with me."

Primrose blinked slowly, trying to focus. As her strength returned, everything around her became clear again. It was like waking from a dream or falling back to earth after drifting too high in the clouds.

"Feeling better?" Edmund turned on his side, watching her closely.

Primrose looked at him in silence for a moment before saying, "I don’t know." She added, "I feel better, but ..." She winced softly as her fingers brushed against her nipples. "My body still feels so sore. You touched me too much."

Edmund glanced down at her nipples, which were red and a little swollen. He had touched them over and over again for hours, no wonder they were sore and even painful when they rubbed against anything.

"I’m sorry," he murmured, guilt showing in his eyes. "I haven’t healed you properly yet."

His saliva could bring back her energy, but it wasn’t enough to ease all the soreness or the marks he’d left on her skin. That would need a different kind of treatment.

"That’s fine!" Primrose stopped him when he leaned in to lick her nipples. "You can do it tomorrow!"

Even though it had been hours since they’d eaten that chocolate from Mirelle, parts of her body were still way too sensitive. If he touched her now, they’d definitely end up having sex again.

She truly just wanted to sleep now because she couldn’t afford to be touched again for at least the next hour.

"But isn’t it painful to leave them like that?" Edmund’s voice was full of worry. "Down there ... it must feel uncomfortable too."

It was. Her clit was sore, and her core still ached, even just moving her legs made her wince.

"I can endure it for now." Primrose reached for his hand. "Don’t feel guilty. Besides the pain, you also gave me so much pleasure, so it was worth it."

[She might feel overwhelmed because I touched her too much. That’s why she doesn’t want me to touch her again for a while,] he thought.

[The chocolate must’ve been too much for her. I won’t let her eat it again.]

Primrose was a bit surprised that he could understand her so well, even though he couldn’t read her mind.

More than that, she didn’t expect him to not want her to eat the chocolate again despite how much hotter and more intense it made their sex.

"I’m sorry," Edmund whispered again as he tucked her carefully into the blanket, making sure he didn’t touch her bare skin. "I’ll heal you properly once you wake up."

Primrose pulled the blanket up to cover part of her face and murmured, "You can still hug me ... if you want to."

Of course Edmund didn’t say no to her offer. Even if he couldn’t touch her bare skin right now, at least he could still hold her tightly in his arms.

"Husband," Primrose called him softly.

"Mhm." Edmund responded with a gentle hum.

"I love you," she whispered quickly, then immediately buried her face into his arm, too shy to meet his eyes after saying it. "Good night!"

Edmund held his breath, stunned by what he just heard. [Did... did my wife just say that?]

When it finally sank in, his eyes widened. [MY WIFE SAID SHE LOVED ME FIRST!]

The first time they ever exchanged those words, it was Edmund who said it first. And ever since then, every night before bed, he’d whisper it into her ear. But most of the time, she was too shy to respond, so she pretended to be asleep.

But now, out of the blue, she felt the urge to say those words to him first. She just wanted him to know that she truly loved him, not just saying it back to be polite.

"I ... I ..." Edmund suddenly forgot how to speak. He had to take a few deep breaths before he could gather his words. "I love you too, my wife."

Primrose didn’t say anything in return, but she moved closer to him and buried her face deeper in his embrace.

Just from that little movement, Edmund already knew that his wife wanted to say "I love you" a second time too, even if she didn’t say it aloud.

"Good night," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. He gently rubbed her back as she relaxed in his arms, and soon, they both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s love.

• •

When Primrose woke up from her deep sleep, her body no longer felt sore or even the slightest bit of pain.

Somehow, she was already dressed in a soft nightgown, which meant Edmund must have healed her and helped her change while she was still sleeping.

She smiled to herself.

Since they had no plans to go out today, Edmund was sitting alone on the balcony, reading a newspaper with a cup of warm tea in hand.

The sunlight poured over his shoulders, and for the first time, he looked ... calm? Peaceful? What was the word she was looking for?

Domestic.

Yes, that was it. He looked like a real husband, someone who belonged in a peaceful afternoon like this.

Most of the time, she saw him while he was working. Even when they were in the carriage, he often read reports or went through documents.

That’s why it was rare, maybe even a first, for Primrose to see him so relaxed, doing nothing but enjoying the warm tea with his newspaper.

She slid out of bed and tiptoed toward the balcony, walking as quietly as she could. She wanted to sneak up on him, just for fun.

But right as she reached for the door handle, she heard his thoughts, [Why is my wife walking so slowly? Oh ... is she trying to surprise me?]

[Should I pretend to be shocked?]

Primrose froze, then let out a tiny sigh.

Of course. How could she possibly surprise the mighty Lycan King with hearing that sharp? His senses were nearly impossible to fool.