Primrose couldn't tell which made her float higher between kissing her husband, or the way he touched every inch of her body.
He was still gentle with her, but somehow that gentleness felt even deadlier than when he pounded into her roughly.
"Husband …." Primrose turned her head to the side, avoiding his kiss for a moment just to catch her breath. "My back feels a little sore. Can we … change positions?"
They had been kissing for what felt like forever, and Primrose's lips were already a little numb and swollen from it.
Still, she didn't think it was a bad thing at all. In fact, she loved kissing so much that if someone asked her to choose between kissing or making love, she would probably choose kissing without a second thought.
Well … maybe not that extreme, since making love with Edmund was always an incredible experience for her as well. But still, kissing him was the sweetest thing she knew.
