The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 142: Love Confession (II)

In her first life, she had fallen in love with him too, even though she didn’t know much about him back then.

She had always been drawn to him, like a moth to flame, or a bee to a flower’s scent.

She didn’t know why. She didn’t need to.

Something about Edmund always made her heart feel like it was blooming.

Sadly, that love had started to fade in their past life because of too many misunderstandings, too many unspoken words, too many painful misunderstandings.

But now, in this second chance at life, after they finally worked through most of the miscommunication, Primrose had allowed that love to grow stronger than ever.

Edmund wasn’t perfect, but neither was she.

After they had learned to communicate better, they were finally able to complement each other’s imperfections.

But sadly, healing wasn’t as easy as placing a puzzle piece into the right spot.

Sometimes, it felt more like rebuilding a ruined castle from the ground up.

They had to strengthen the foundation first, then place each brick bit by bit, room by room, until one day, they could live in a castle that was sturdy enough to hold both of them inside.

It might be a long journey, but what mattered most was that they were walking it together.

"I love you, Edmund," Primrose whispered softly. "That’s all you need to remember. Is that enough to answer your question?"

"It’s enough," Edmund said, resting his forehead against hers. "More than enough for me."

[No one has ever loved me before ... and I thought that would never change.]

[I never even dared to hope that my wife would love me like this.]

[But she does. She really does.]

[My wife ... loves me.]

Primrose had heard the rumors about him.

They said Edmund had been abandoned by his parents when he was just a child. That he had survived in a cruel, lonely world all by himself.

Maybe that was why he had never fully understood what it meant to be loved.

Maybe that was why expressing his emotions never came easily to him.

He had grown up in a place where showing weakness meant getting crushed, a place where silence was armor, and coldness kept him alive.

He had no choice but to act distant, to seem cold and untouchable, so no one could stomp him down.

He had been alone for so long, with no one to teach him how to love gently.

Primrose was the first person who showed him how to be soft, how to love with warmth, how to open his heart, even just a little.

But more importantly, Edmund was willing to learn.

Willing to change.

Willing to try, just so he could treat his wife better.

"Why are you always this sweet, my wife?" Edmund suddenly shifted, gently pushing her back down onto the bed.

That was when Primrose suddenly realized ... his manhood was still inside her.

Wait—how did they just have such a heartfelt conversation while that big thing was still inside her?!

No wonder she felt a strange mix of being both emotional ... and aroused.

"I—I wasn’t trying to be sweet!" Primrose said quickly, flustered.

"I know," Edmund chuckled, leaning down to kiss her lips. As their lips met, he slipped a bit of his healing saliva into her mouth, easing her tiredness from before.

"My wife just naturally looks this sweet all the time."

[Who needs candy when my wife is sweeter than anything?] he thought.

Then again, he had technically tasted her before. So ... he wasn’t exactly guessing.

A few moments later, Primrose felt something twitch inside her. His manhood ... was growing hard again.

That sudden, slow pressure made her body tremble slightly.

"Wife ..." Edmund whispered beside her ear, his voice low and teasing as he gently nibbled at her earlobe, "Can I taste you again?"

Primrose had only just given a small nod when Edmund was already moving his hips and covering her face with kisses, again and again.

Even though his movements were a little rougher than before, there was something softer about the way he touched her now, something more tender.

Every kiss he gave her felt like a devotion.

As if saying ’I love you’ wasn’t enough anymore, so he let his lips do the talking, worshiping her with every soft touch.

He gently bent her legs and spread them wider so he could push his manhood deeper inside her.

Primrose could only moan in response, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

After finally confessing their love to each other, all she wanted was to stay in his arms, to feel him inside her all night long, letting him fill her again and again until they had nothing left but each other.

And as the night passed and the clock ticked past midnight, their passion slowly began to quiet down.

Now, Primrose lay on top of Edmund, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

His arms were wrapped around her, holding her close like he never wanted to let go.

"Give me ..." Primrose mumbled, lightly tapping his cheek with the little strength she had left. "Give me a kiss ..."

She was so exhausted she could barely lift a finger. The mighty Lycan King had truly tried to drain every last bit of her strength.

Primrose couldn’t even remember how many times she had reached her climax or how many times Edmund had filled her so deeply that her lower belly now felt slightly swollen and full.

Edmund smiled softly and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers.

As their lips touched, he gently transferred a bit of his healing saliva into her mouth.

Within seconds, a bit of strength returned to her tired body. Her muscles relaxed, her breath steadied, and the ache deep in her limbs began to ease.

When he pulled back, he looked down at her lovingly, brushing the damp hair away from her face. "Rest a little," he whispered.

"I’ll ask the maids to prepare warm water for us," Edmund said softly, still holding her close.

Primrose clutched his arm. "Right now?"

Her eyes slowly wandered around the room.

The bed was a mess—tangled sheets, stains everywhere, and the clear signs of what they had just done. It was so embarrassing, she didn’t even want to put it into words.

"But ... the room is such a mess," she mumbled, cheeks turning red.

Edmund kept brushing her hair with his fingers, his touch calm and comforting. "I’ll ask them to prepare the bath in your room," he said gently. "That way, we can sleep in a clean bed tonight."