The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 136: The King’s Sweet Promise

Primrose gasped quietly when his tongue traced the sensitive curve of her neck.

Her knees trembled beneath her, making her felt like she would fall any time.

"I didn’t ... I didn’t mean to," she breathed out, her voice caught between a sigh and a moan.

Edmund’s hands slid down her arms and traced her body, brushing over her curves until she squirmed slightly in response.

"You sat on my lap," he muttered, pressing his mouth to her neck and biting gently, just enough to leave a mark below her collarbone.

"And you kept licking those beautiful lips of yours right in front of me."

Primrose’s eyes widened. She was just eating!

He had to be losing his mind, so desperate and needy that everything she did felt like temptation.

"No, you’re wrong," she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "I wasn’t trying to tease you, but ..."

She smiled, leaning in until her lips nearly touched his. "... but if you’d like, I can show you what it looks like when I do tease you."

Primrose jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist to support her weight. Edmund was caught off guard, unable to say anything as he instinctively held her up.

She kissed his lips again, letting Edmund gently bite them before slipping his tongue into her mouth.

She gasped as her husband pressed her against the wall, trailing kisses down to her neck, biting her over and over until her pale skin turned red.

Primrose tilted her head back, offering her bare neck like a rabbit surrendering itself to a wolf.

She deliberately lowered the sleeves of her dress to tease him further, and Edmund gladly accepted the invitation she offered.

Fortunately, her dress wasn’t too complicated that day. Marielle had chosen it to ensure Primrose could sit comfortably in the carriage.

Even so, taking off a modest dress quickly was still a challenge. Edmund, whose patience had run thin, suddenly tore it off.

Primrose flinched in surprise, but said nothing.

After all, Marielle had packed several dresses for her. Besides, she could use this as an excuse to make Edmund buy her more dresses in Moonshadow.

"Husband ..." she whispered, gently holding his chin so he’d look at her. "My back hurts."

They had been in that position for too long, and she was starting to feel numb in her legs and lower back. Beside that, the cold wall behind her was making her shiver.

"I’m sorry." Edmund hugged her tighter, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the bed. "I got a little carried away."

No, he wasn’t just carried away. He had completely forgotten everything else.

He probably wouldn’t have stopped if Primrose hadn’t spoken up.

"Oh, there’s a big wooden bath outside," Primrose said, catching sight of it through the balcony window.

Now that she had a chance to look around, she finally noticed how spacious the inn’s bedroom was.

Of course, it wasn’t as grand as her room in the palace, but it was certainly large for a traveler’s inn.

Perhaps it was because this route was often used by nobles, so the innkeeper had prepared special rooms for guests like them.

"Can we try it later?" she asked softly as Edmund laid her down on the bed.

Edmund gave a low hum in response. "Later." He untied the corset around her waist, the last piece of clothing still clinging to her body.

He didn’t rip it off like before because it was too close to her skin, and he didn’t want to hurt her by accident.

Primrose turned her face away as Edmund’s eyes fell upon her bare body. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"I’ve been eating a lot lately," she said softly. "Do you think I’ve gained some weight?"

She didn’t mean to sound insecure, but she couldn’t help it.

She had often heard nasty stories about husbands who left their wives just because they didn’t maintain their figures.

Some of them even had affairs while their wives were pregnant, claiming they had lost interest because their wives had become "too fat."

Whenever she heard things like that, a part of her always wished those men would just drop dead, so their wives could take over their fortunes and live happily without them.

She didn’t think Edmund was like that ... but still, deep down, she just needed to hear him say it.

"It doesn’t matter," Edmund said gently, leaning down to kiss her neck, then trailing soft kisses to her shoulder. "You’ll always be perfect to me."

Primrose gently held his face, making him look into her eyes. "But one day ... I’ll grow old faster than you. What if I start getting wrinkles ... or gray hair?"

"I’ll dye my hair gray too," Edmund replied without hesitation.

He’d really do that? Just so she wouldn’t feel like she was aging alone?

It sounded a bit ridiculous, but Primrose found it sweet.

She bit her lower lip, then whispered, "Alright, then imagine this ... What if something bad happened to me and I got a big scar on my body? What would you think of me then?"

Edmund’s brows pulled together. "Nothing bad is going to happen to you," he said firmly. Then added, "I promise."

Primrose let out a soft laugh. "I know. That’s why I said imagine it."

Edmund took her hands in his and looked at her so seriously it made her heart flutter. "I’d still cherish you more than anything. Even if you have scars ... even if your skin is full of wrinkles ... even when your hair turns gray. All I’d ever see is you."

"As long as it’s still you," he continued, kissing her palm, "nothing else matters. I will never betray you, my wife. I promise."

[If I ever betray her, I’d let her stab me straight through the heart.]

Primrose’s chest filled with warmth, and her eyes started to well up with tears.

Maybe she was just being emotional, carried away by the moment, but really, what kind of woman wouldn’t melt hearing those words from her husband?

Edmund didn’t talk much. Sometimes, his words were clumsy and caused misunderstandings. But at moments like this, his words were sweeter than honey.

Primrose hugged him tightly. "I won’t ever leave you either."

She had made up her mind.

At first, she wanted Edmund to fall for her so she could use him. But after feeling his warmth and gentleness, how could she live without him now?

"Husband," she whispered softly in his ear, "I actually learned something to make you feel good. Will you let me try it on you?"