Every time Primrose called out her husband's name, something soft bloomed in her chest. Just saying it made her feel warm, like love itself had curled up inside her heart.
"I also like saying your name, Primrose …" Edmund whispered beside her ear, his voice deep and husky. "My Primrose."
She opened her mouth to answer, but all that came out was a breathless moan when he pushed his manhood deeper inside her. She clung to him tightly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he began thrusting into her a little rougher.
"Mhm …" Primrose whimpered softly, biting his shoulder when the pleasure became too much to contain.
Her entire body jolted when he brushed that sweet, hidden spot inside her, the one that made her toes curl and her mind go blank. Her head fell back, lips parting in a silent gasp.
"Does this spot make you feel good?" Edmund asked, his lips brushing her skin as he spoke.
