CHAPTER 304: MINE [M]

Primrose’s legs instinctively tightened around Edmund’s neck, holding him in place. He had no choice but to push his tongue even deeper into her wet honeypot, and she could only moan at the overwhelming pleasure.

When he pressed the vibrating pebble directly against her clit, a violent shiver ran through her body. Her back arched off the bed, and she pushed Edmund’s head down harder, almost afraid he wouldn’t be able to breathe.

But the less air he had, the more excited he became. His mind was dizzy with desire, and for a wild second, he thought he wouldn’t even mind dying here, buried in her sweetness.

Of course, that was ridiculous. Primrose would never let him die in such an embarrassing way.

[Wife, are you feeling good?] Edmund’s voice echoed in her mind when her body stopped trembling and her legs loosened their grip around his neck. [Did I do it right?]

Primrose struggled to steady her breathing, her chest rising and falling rapidly after such an intense release. She pressed one hand to her forehead while the other gently pushed at his head, silently begging him to stop eating her just for a moment.

"It ... it feels so good," she whispered, her voice shaking between ragged breaths. "Y-you’re doing amazing."

After a moment, she finally reached down, brushing her fingers across his damp hair before cupping his face. Her cheeks turned red as she pleaded, "Edmund ... enough with your tongue."

Edmund tilted his head. "Enough? I thought you wanted more."

Primrose bit her lip, gathering the courage as her legs shifted restlessly around him. "I want ... I want something else."

She didn’t need to say it outright, but Edmund already knew exactly what she meant. He eventually stood up, reaching for a glass of water and drinking just enough to wash away the lingering taste of her arousal from his mouth.

He didn’t do it because he felt disgusted by her, but because he only wanted his wife to kiss lips that were clean, so she wouldn’t feel embarrassed when he leaned down to claim her lips again.

Edmund set the glass aside and returned to her, his blue eyes filled with desire. He brushed a strand of hair from her flushed face, then kissed her deeply, letting her taste only him.

"Do you want to change positions?" Edmund asked gently, worried that she might feel uncomfortable like this.

Primrose shook her head slowly, showing a sweet smile on her face. "No ... I’m fine."

"Alright." Edmund kissed her cheeks several times, then whispered in a deep voice, "Promise me you’ll say something if I hurt you, even by accident."

Primrose let out a soft giggle, her fingers brushing his hair back from his forehead, tucking the loose strands behind his ear. "I will," she whispered warmly. "If you hurt me, I’ll tell you to stop."

Back then, Primrose had once overheard some men in her homeland say that if a man couldn’t dominate his wife in bed, then he wasn’t a real man.

Those words flickered in her mind for a brief second, and she almost wanted to laugh. Because here, with Edmund, she realized how foolish those words truly were.

Her husband didn’t need to "prove" his worth to be a real man. The way he held her so carefully, kissed her with both hunger and tenderness, and made her feel safe just by being there proved that he was already more of a man than anyone she had ever known.

Those rotten men should have known better that a true gentleman is only made when he acts with gentleness, and a true strong man would use his strength to protect his wife instead of hurting her just to be seen as dominant.

"Edmund ...." Primrose stretched out her arms, opening her palms as if reaching for him while he stood between her legs, ready to slide his manhood into her entrance. "Can we do it while hugging?"

Edmund felt as if an arrow had pierced straight through his heart. His wife looked so sweet, so soft, so heart-meltingly adorable that he forgot how to breathe for a moment.

[She’s too cute. Too cute. My wife is too damn cute.]

He kept chanting that in his head like a lovesick spell. [My Primrose is really the cutest!]

My Primrose?

The words echoed in her mind and made her cheeks flare up, becoming as red as ripe cherries. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest. He usually called her "wife" or just her name, but hearing him say "my Primrose" like that? It became unbearably lethal for her.

It was like her heart was about to burst from how fast it was beating.

Primrose didn’t know what came over her, but the words slipped out before she could stop them. "M-my Edmund is also cute ...."

The moment those words slipped from her lips, Edmund bent down and wrapped her in a tight embrace. "You have to stop calling me that," he whispered, almost sounding like he was begging.

Primrose blinked, a bit surprised, then gently returned his hug. "You ... don’t like it?" she asked softly.

Edmund buried his face in the curve of her neck, his warm breath brushing against her skin. "It’s not that," he whispered. "I’m just afraid if you keep being this adorable ... I might actually die from it."

Primrose nearly laughed, wanting to tease him again and tell him that he was the one acting cute, but the thought froze on her lips when something hard and big pressed against her wet core.

Right then, she realized, this man was anything but cute!

Instead of dying from her adorable act, it seemed far more accurate to say that Edmund’s "little one" had only grown more excited.

Without a single word, he began sliding his manhood into her little by little, filling her inch by inch.

A soft moan escaped her lips as her nails lightly dug into his shoulders. He stretched her so well, and the feeling made her tremble. "E-Edmund ...," she whispered, her voice breathless and shaky.

He kissed her cheek, then captured her lips, his touch felt so gentle as if trying to soothe her. "Does it hurt?" he asked in a soft voice.

Primrose shook her head. "No ...," she whispered, her lips curving into a shy smile. "I just like calling your name."