The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 367

Chapter 367: The Queen’s Purple Nightgown

No matter how strong Edmund’s desire was to fulfill his wife’s request, he somehow managed to hold firm to his decision and not waver, even when Primrose often teased him.

"If we do it now, you’ll fall asleep, and I can’t leave you alone like that, my wife," Edmund said softly. "I really need to be back in an hour."

The way he spoke was so gentle that Primrose never thought for a second he saw her as a burden. He was simply expressing genuine concern for her and their baby.

"Then ... tonight?" Primrose stopped moving on his lap and looked into his eyes. "How about tonight? Do you want it?"

Edmund swallowed hard. His desire was piling up, pushing him to the edge, making him want to tear his wife’s dress off right then and there. For a moment, he even thought of abandoning the soldiers, but thankfully, a bit of logic still kept him grounded.

He had been pushing his schedule faster, trying to finish as much as he could each day, running back and forth so he could clear more time for his wife.

He did all this so that before the Winter Retreat began—when the snowstorms would rage on for two straight weeks—he would already be free. He wanted to spend that quiet time with her, to watch the first snow fall together.

Primrose knew it too. But honestly ... if they kept being apart like this, she felt she would lose her mind before winter even came.

She couldn’t even share a proper meal with her husband anymore, and she hadn’t been touched by Edmund in so long, except for kisses and hugs.

She was frustrated, so frustrated she felt like banging her head against the table or maybe buying some toy from Mirelle, though that would be pointless since no toy in the world could ever replicate her husband’s touch.

"I’ll ask Dr. Celdric first." Before Primrose could complain, Edmund quickly added, "I’d rather cut off my dick than hurt you by accident. So please ... don’t fight me on this."

Primrose let out a soft sigh, her lips pouting as she murmured, "Alright, then." Then she mumbled, "But if Dr. Celdric says no, at least help me a little ... like, using your fingers, for example."

Primrose turned her face to the side so she couldn’t clearly see Edmund’s expression. But even so, she could still hear his thoughts loud and clear.

[How can I hold myself back any longer when she keeps being this cute!]

[If I use my hand one more time to satisfy myself, I’m afraid my dick will protest by torturing me with an erection without release.]

That ... that probably would happen to him. She still remembered on some nights, she could feel his hard manhood pressing against her back. So maybe Edmund really wasn’t able to find release with just his hands anymore.

"If you help me, I can also help you with my hands." Primrose turned back to him, speaking seriously. "Maybe ... even with my mouth."

"No!" Edmund snapped a little too harshly. "I don’t want you putting something unhealthy in your mouth! You and our baby could get sick."

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify