CHAPTER 303: I’M NOT A SNACK! [M]

Edmund never got the chance to finish his words because Primrose suddenly pressed her lips against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, refusing to let him pull away. She didn’t want to hear anything else come out of his mouth because she only wanted his kiss.

[Wife, won’t you run out of breath if you kiss me like this?] Edmund teased through their bond when Primrose still wouldn’t let him speak. [You don’t have to be shy about loving your husband’s scent.]

[It’s common behavior for—]

"Edmund." Primrose finally broke the kiss, panting softly. Her cheeks flushed as she whispered, "Do you ... want to eat me down there? Maybe ... with your tongue?"

She only meant to distract him with something bold and unexpected, but Edmund’s eyes darkened, and he took her words far too seriously.

Without a word, he laid her back down on the bed. "It would be my honor," he murmured, before pulling her legs closer until she was right at the edge of the bed.

To make sure her back wouldn’t get sore, Edmund slipped a pillow beneath her lower back.

"E-Edmund, I was just joking..." Primrose stammered, trying to close her thighs, but her husband gently parted them instead.

Primrose secretly liked it when Edmund licked her down there, but she also felt embarrassed every time he stared at her womanhood so intently.

Sometimes she would ask herself, did it look pretty enough for him to look at? Or did it taste good to him?

Wait ... why would she even wonder if it tasted good?

She wasn’t a snack!

But her husband always acted like he was about to devour something delicious from the dining table. Honestly, he had never looked half as excited when eating his favorite rotisserie chicken.

"But I’m serious, my wife." Edmund’s voice dropped low, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly sank to his knees between her thighs. A faint smile tugged at his lips. "I really want to taste you."

Primrose’s breath caught in her throat as Edmund settled between her legs. "Edmund..." she whispered, her voice trembling, though she wasn’t sure if it was from fear or anticipation.

Edmund gently trailed kiss after kiss along the inside of her thighs, and the soft heat of his lips made her body shiver. Primrose swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling as a spark of excitement filled her belly.

She could already feel her love juices slipping out of her honeypot even before Edmund touched her directly. To be honest, she had been wet ever since Edmund stripped off her clothes and sat her on top of his hard manhood.

[My wife looks so excited,] he thought as he spread her twitching hole with his fingers, letting her arousal flow more freely. [Wife, do you want to use the pebble?]

Primrose blinked in confusion. "W-what? What pebble?"

Edmund lifted his face and said, "The one Lady Mirelle gave us. You... seemed to enjoy it so much when we used that pebble."

"Didn’t ... didn’t we leave that thing at the inn?" Primrose asked softly.

As far as she remembered, the inn had already been destroyed by the beast tribe, so they never bothered to recover the belongings they had left behind.

That was why Primrose thought the cursed pebble had been lost for good. Though, she had to admit, it truly was a remarkable thing—something that had made her climax more than once in a row.

Unfortunately, she never had the courage to ask Mirelle for another one, because ... well, it just sounded too embarrassing.

"I brought it with me," Edmund admitted. "I ... was afraid you might throw it away while I was gone, so ... I decided to keep it with me."

Primrose was left speechless after hearing him. She truly hadn’t expected Edmund to carry something like that around without the slightest bit of shame.

Then again ... when she thought about it, the pebble didn’t really look suspicious from the outside. To anyone else, it was just an ordinary little stone, the kind you could find lying around in a garden. No one would ever guess what it was really used for.

"Do you want to use it?" Edmund asked again when Primrose still didn’t give him an answer.

Her throat tightened as she swallowed hard, her cheeks burning hot. Slowly, she gave the smallest nod, unable to form the words.

She was far too embarrassed to admit it aloud, how that innocent-looking pebble had the power to make her lose herself completely and how much she actually loved it.

After Primrose gave her shy little nod, Edmund reached down and picked the pebble out of the pocket of his discarded pants on the floor. That made Primrose widen her eyes in surprise because who would have thought he had been carrying it in his pants all this time!

Or maybe ... he kept it there because he was already sure they would end up doing more than just hugging and kissing tonight.

But hadn’t he looked hesitant about having sex with her in the first place?

Before Primrose could voice her thoughts, Edmund looked up and said softly, "I ... only kept it with me just in case."

Primrose narrowed her eyes, still not fully convinced by his words. But since her husband looked so unbearably handsome, she decided to let it go.

Besides, she couldn’t think straight anymore as Edmund knelt between her legs once again and began licking her womanhood slowly. His tongue slid along her folds before teasing the underside of her hardened, swollen clitoris.

"Edmund ...," Primrose moaned softly, her fingers clutching at the sheets as his tongue kept teasing her, like he wanted to drive her crazy.

He didn’t respond to her calls and only focused on devouring her with his tongue and mouth. After teasing her clitoris with his tongue, Edmund sucked it gently, but firmly enough to make Primrose lift her hips and almost scream.

She bit down on her lower lip, trying to hold back her moans, but there was no way she could stay quiet when Edmund pressed the vibrating pebble right against her sensitive clitoris. The sudden jolt of pleasure ripped through her, and a breathless cry escaped before she could stop it.

As if that wasn’t enough, he slipped his tongue deep into her wet core, tasting her thoroughly. Her thighs trembled around him, her body struggling between wanting to pull away and needing more of him.

"Edmund... ah—!"