Stolen by the Rebel King-Chapter 576: A Bruising Kiss II*

Daphne responded eagerly, fervently, desperately, her lips dancing with that of Atticus’s as her arms moved to pull him close.

The feeling of her palms gliding across his broad chest before landing on the back of his neck only egged Atticus further on, and he felt his cock twitch. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Just one touch from her set all of his skin alight, dancing and soaring as though meteors had taken over the night sky, a trail blazing behind it that set his night sky bright and hot. Every cell in his body bubbled with desire, and the more their lips engaged in a battle of love, the more Atticus felt the feverish need to draw her close.

Even like this, skin to skin, lips pressed against each other, wasn’t enough for him. He needed more. Every breath he breathed seemed to have been filled with Daphne’s aroma― not even the flower petals scattered in the bathwater could mask the sweet vanilla fragrance that was wafting off her body.

When they eventually had to pull away to catch their breaths, Atticus loathed their mortality. How he wished they could remain as is forever, and by the dark, lust-ridden look in Daphne’s eyes, he was confident that his wife felt the same.

He spared no time, and as soon as his lips left hers, Atticus pressed them back against her skin― only this time, it was flush against the crook of her neck. He buried his nose where her neck met her shoulder, and gently, he pressed his lips again and again.

Atticus could feel goosebumps rising across Daphne’s skin, and the delighted moans that spilled forth from her lips told him more than he needed to know.

"You are a goddess," he murmured against her skin, his breath fanning against her, causing shivers to ransack her entire body.

Even when submerged in the warm bathwater, Daphne felt the hairs on her body stand. She was reduced to a cripplied, whimpering mess, panting as Atticus’s hands naughtily traversed through the plains of her body to the curves of her breasts, before finally landing on her hips. He tugged her forward, and under the water, she felt his member press against her stomach.

A sharp gasp flew from her mouth when she felt him. It had been a while — far too long — and she had forgotten just how big he could get when high on the throes of passion. Her stomach churned, and she could feel her core tremble and flutter at the thought of him inside her.

Just thinking of it sent a thrilling rush dancing through Daphne, and she could no longer wait.

Feeling a streak of bravery, she reached down and grazed her finger against the tip of his member. Just a feather-light touch was enough for him to groan, and when Daphne eventually slid her hands from the tip to his base, Atticus had his head buried deep into her shoulder. His kisses had stopped, and instead, he was reduced to a groaning mess, much like the way Daphne was just seconds prior.

That gave Daphne a great boost of courage, and she tightened her grip just the slightest, causing Atticus to hiss through his teeth.

"Sunshine―"

The next thing Daphne knew, a small force had touched her belly, and she looked down in surprise. Swirls of white had mixed into the bathwater, and Daphne’s eyes widened with shock. She had entirely been teasing him just now with Cordelia’s words, but did he just...

"Atticus, did you just c―"

She was rudely shut up when Atticus pressed his lips against hers once more. He came crashing forward, refusing her the chance to speak, and when she tried to pull away, he bit down on her lip. It wasn’t enough to hurt or draw blood, but it was enough to reflexively prevent Daphne from pulling away.

"Nothing happened," Atticus said in between kisses, his kisses growing rougher and rougher.

True enough to his words, it was as though nothing had happened. Even though he came rather soon, he was roaring and ready to go. It still stood to full attention, and the spurt of release from before was merely the opening act.

"Look what you made me do," Atticus muttered against her, and Daphne couldn’t help but exhale a laugh. "But don’t you dare think you’re getting away so easily."

"Good," she said.

They pulled away temporarily, just enough so that they could gaze into each other’s eyes. Atticus saw a coquettish glint in Daphne’s gaze, and she glanced down at his member for just a fraction of a second.

She continued, "I was counting on it."

Bold. Very bold. But Atticus would see to it that his beloved wife would regret her words later. Her words had unlocked a feral, starving beast inside, and whatever Atticus had tried to keep caged and contained was released all at once.

His hands came to cup her behind, squeezing and kneading before sliding one hand under her thigh. He lifted her one leg up so that it straddled him at the hip, and without even needing to guide it, his cock was aligned with her entrance.

Even under the water, he could feel that it was slick with her excitement, ready to welcome him into this forbidden temple. Just a simple graze against her smooth flesh had his head reeling in pleasure. This sort of sensation was something he had long awaited for, and profanities soon fell from his lips.

"Fuck, Daphne..." Atticus groaned.

It was all too embarrassing, but Atticus would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel as though he could reach his high just by grazing her entrance a couple more times.

Regardless, he wasn’t here just for his pleasure― he had every intention of making his mark on Daphne’s mind, body, and soul, searing a place for himself in her heart so that she could never forget him even if she wanted to.

Atticus gritted his teeth, and his cock throbbed before he thrust his hips forward, plunging deep inside her. Their collective moans echoed through the enormous bathroom, ringing and bouncing across every pillar and wall.