The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368: The King Who Loves His Wife Too Much

It was almost ten at night when Edmund finally returned to their bedroom. He had already bathed and changed in another room, making sure that when he stepped inside, Primrose wouldn’t be greeted by the scent of his sweat.

He expected to find her curled up on the bed, half-asleep as usual. But instead, what he saw nearly stopped his heart.

Primrose—his beloved, his beautiful wife—stood in front of the door wearing nothing but the see-through purple nightgown, the neckline plunging so low he could almost see the entirety of her breasts.

Crash!

Edmund instinctively slammed the door shut, terrified that someone might accidentally catch sight of his wife’s precious body.

"Husband, welcome back," Primrose said with a soft smile. Her voice was sweet, dripping like honey, as she stepped toward him. "So ... what did Dr. Celdric say?"

Edmund’s throat tightened as he swallowed hard, his gaze falling helplessly to the deep valley of her breast.

Her breasts ... lately they had grown fuller. He remembered reading in pregnancy books that it was normal, and that they would only grow bigger once she began producing milk.

The thought alone made his manhood ache painfully against his trousers.

He had never cared about the size of her breasts, anything about his wife was perfect to him. Still, he couldn’t deny the way temptation consumed him whenever he looked at her now, softer and plumper than before.

"D-Dr. Celdric said ... we can do it," Edmund admitted slowly. "But we have to be careful. He also suggested some positions that won’t put pressure on your stomach."

Primrose pressed her lips together, her cheeks heating with embarrassment. The fact that her husband had discussed such things with Dr. Celdric made her want to hide under the blankets. But still ... maybe it was for the best.

"Like what?" she asked, stepping closer until she leaned against him. "Can we still hug while doing it?"

"We can." Without warning, Edmund swept her off the floor, holding her in his arms so their faces were perfectly aligned. His voice turned tender. "Even when your belly grows, I’ll find a way to hold you and love you properly."

Primrose’s hands rested on his shoulders, and she let out a soft laugh. "You’ve already loved me properly all this time." She bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with desire. "Husband ... do you remember this gown?"

Edmund held his breath as his eyes dipped lower again. "You wore it on our wedding night."

"Yes." Primrose leaned in until their lips nearly touched. "The night you left me alone in my bedroom, so I had no choice but to touch myself for hours. I suffered so much that day, husband."

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