The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 302

Chapter 302: The Scent Of A Fated Mate

Primrose couldn’t tell which made her float higher between kissing her husband, or the way he touched every inch of her body.

He was still gentle with her, but somehow that gentleness felt even deadlier than when he pounded into her roughly.

"Husband ...." Primrose turned her head to the side, avoiding his kiss for a moment just to catch her breath. "My back feels a little sore. Can we ... change positions?"

They had been kissing for what felt like forever, and Primrose’s lips were already a little numb and swollen from it.

Still, she didn’t think it was a bad thing at all. In fact, she loved kissing so much that if someone asked her to choose between kissing or making love, she would probably choose kissing without a second thought.

Well ... maybe not that extreme, since making love with Edmund was always an incredible experience for her as well. But still, kissing him was the sweetest thing she knew.

"How about this then?" Edmund murmured, pulling her hand and guiding her onto his lap.

Primrose had sat on Edmund’s lap more times than she could count, but no matter how many times it happened, this position always made her stomach flutter as if millions of butterflies were taking flight inside her.

Maybe it was because sitting this close left no space between them, letting Edmund touch her however he pleased.

"I ... I like this." Primrose’s cheeks flushed bright red as she felt Edmund’s hard manhood pressing against her wet core. "You’re already so hard."

Edmund tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her even closer. "It’s because you’re so beautiful." His lips found her neck, kissing her again and again until she shivered.

[You’re so beautiful ... and you smell so sweet,] Edmund spoke through his mind, so he didn’t have to stop kissing her skin. [Your flowery scent drives me crazy. I can never get enough of you.]

Primrose moaned softly as his lips trailed lower, kissing her shoulders, then down to her breasts. Every time his lips touched her skin, he took a deep breath, as though he wanted to inhale all of her scent.

"I ... I didn’t wear any flowery perfume tonight," Primrose whispered between moans. "It’s actually vanilla."

Edmund paused for a moment, lifting his face to meet her eyes. "I’m not talking about your perfume," he said firmly. "I mean your natural scent. To me, you always smell like flowers."

Primrose blinked, confused. "But I don’t smell anything like that. Not unless I’m wearing perfume."

"You don’t?" Edmund asked in genuine surprise. "But it’s so obvious to me." He pressed his nose against her neck, inhaling deeply again and again. "I can smell it clearly, just like this."

Primrose shook her head. "I really don’t. Maybe ... it’s because your nose is sharper than mine."

When she didn’t use perfume or soap with strong fragrances, Primrose never smelled anything on herself. But some beasts often commented in their minds that she carried such a sweet scent, and no one was more obsessed with it than her husband.

"That must be it," Edmund said softly. "Beasts naturally have sharper senses of smell. That’s also how we recognize each other through scent."

Even if they changed their appearance, as long as their scent stayed the same, they were still easy to identify.

Suddenly, Edmund tilted her chin back toward him, his blue eyes locking onto hers. "Is that why you chose vanilla perfume tonight?" His voice dropped lower, almost a growl. "So you could pretend you were wearing my scent?"

Primrose’s face flared hot as she pushed lightly against his chest. "N-no! It’s just a coincidence!"

But deep down, he was right.

Lately, Edmund had been so busy that she hardly saw him around the palace, and it left her feeling restless and uneasy. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Maybe it was because she missed him too much, though that sounded ridiculous. They still saw each other in the mornings and evenings, so why did she miss him so desperately in between?

Maybe she was just becoming too attached, too clingy, so much that even a single day without him felt unbearable.

That was why she had asked Solene to buy her a few vanilla perfumes the day before, then carefully choosing the one closest to Edmund’s scent.

That way, she could still feel close to him even when he wasn’t by her side.

"Is that so?" Edmund teased, his lips brushing her ear. "But your perfume really does smell exactly like—"

Edmund never got the chance to finish his words because Primrose suddenly pressed her lips against his.