The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 138: Slippery Honeypot [M]

However, just as she prepared herself, Edmund suddenly pulled out because he didn’t want to finish in her mouth.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned.

His release ended up spilling all over her face and hair, some even got into her eyes.

Primrose flinched in surprise, blinking quickly, trying to process what had just happened.

She didn’t really mind him making a mess of her face or hair, but her eyes stung a little from it.

Edmund’s eyes went wide in panic. "I—oh no, I’m so sorry!" he gasped, crouching down in front of her, gently cupping her face. "Did it get in your eye? Does it hurt?"

Primrose shut the eye that had been hit. Just as she reached up to wipe it with the back of her hand, Edmund caught her hand. "Wait—let me get you a towel!"

He quickly crossed the room and grabbed a towel he had soaked in water from a nearby basin.

"I’m so sorry," he murmured, carefully wiping her face with gentle strokes. "I swear ... I’ll never do that to you again."

[What was I thinking?!] he cursed inwardly. [What if she goes blind because of me?!]

Primrose almost laughed. She’d never heard of anyone going blind from something like that.

She looked up at him with warmth in her eyes. "Actually ... I feel happy that I could make you feel that good."

Then, a little shyly, she asked, "Did I do well, husband?"

Edmund’s expression softened completely.

His chest ached, not from lust, but from how much love he felt for her in that moment. He reached out and gently cupped her cheek, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

"You did more than good," he said, his voice low and sincere. "You were amazing, wife. You always are."

After cleaning her face, Edmund leaned in and kissed her forehead. Then, he gently pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in his warmth. "But next time, please don’t push yourself until your knees hurt."

Primrose went quiet for a moment. She hadn’t said a word about her knees, how did he already know?

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But she got her answer as soon as she looked down. Her knees were slightly bruised, just faint marks, but enough to show she had been hurting.

"I can do it on the bed next time," she said without thinking too much. "It’s softer than the floor ... so I don’t mind doing it again."

Edmund froze, then slowly pulled back to look at her face. "Primrose, I want to ask you something ... Where did you learn how to do that?"

Primrose quickly looked away. "From ... books," she mumbled. Then, in an even quieter voice, she added, "Before we got married, some people asked me to learn ... so I could please you."

[Who were those perverts who forced my wife to study things like that?!] Edmund thought angrily.

She hadn’t said it was forced, but it was clear enough. Maybe it wasn’t completely against her will, but the pressure had been there.

[She didn’t even want to marry me at first, and people still pushed her to learn how to do things like that for my sake.]

[No wonder she looked so upset every time she saw me in the beginning.]

Oh ... why could her husband understand her heart so well?

Sometimes, it truly felt like he could read her mind, even though he couldn’t.

"I’m sorry," Edmund whispered, pulling her into another hug and gently stroking the back of her head. "I’m sorry for putting you in that situation. You don’t need to learn anything just to please me."

Without realizing it, Primrose wrapped her arms around his back too, burying her face into his chest. His hugs always felt so warm, so safe, like nothing in the world could harm her when he held her like that.

"Don’t apologize," she whispered. "You didn’t do anything wrong. Besides ... I’m glad I learned it."

Then, a bit more softly, she added, "Husband ... just like how you love seeing me feel good, I feel the same. That’s why ... I don’t mind learning more."

Edmund froze for a second. Then his arms wrapped around her even tighter. His hand, which had been resting on her head, slowly moved down her bare back.

"My wife ..." he murmured, "Then let me explore your body too, so I can make you feel even better than before."

Primrose immediately felt her heart race. A part of her already knew, if she said yes, she would probably suffer from pleasure the whole night. But if that suffering led her to heaven ... maybe it was worth it.

"You ... you can," she said softly.

Without wasting a second, Edmund gently lifted her from the floor and laid her back down on the bed.

His eyes lowered to her knees, and without saying a word, he leaned down and softly licked the bruises until the marks began to fade.

Primrose’s face turned red because she didn’t expect him to do that.

Before she could say anything, Edmund had already spread her legs, his eyes falling on her core, already glistening and wet.

This time, Primrose felt even more embarrassed. He hadn’t even touched her properly yet, and her body was already aching to have him inside.

"Don’t worry, my wife," he said gently. "Tonight, I’ll take care of you completely."

In his heart, he made a silent promise. [I’ll make sure she feels nothing but pleasure. I won’t let her think about anything else at all.]

Primrose swallowed hard as she caught a glimpse of what was going on in his mind.

But before she could think any further, all her thoughts vanished the moment Edmund’s finger touched her clitoris.

He gently parted her folds, making it easier to find the sensitive little spot that sent sparks through her body.

With slow, careful movements, he circled her swollen clitoris with his fingers, teasing it with just the right pressure.

His other fingers slipped inside her hole, not too deep, just enough to gather her arousal and spread it across her inner thighs.

It didn’t take long before her whole lower body felt wet.

Everything was so slippery that his fingers moved faster and more easily, gliding over her clit again and again, making her hold her breath with every touch.

"Ahh ..." Primrose moaned softly, her back arching as her hands grabbed onto the bed sheets. "It feels so good ..."