Stolen by the Rebel King
Chapter 228: Starved I *

Chapter 228: Starved I *

Before Daphne could properly register the meaning of Atticus’s intentions, his arms had easily reached under her skirts. Daphne shivered as she felt his warm hands trace her thighs, but Atticus’s hands drifted higher, palming her core through her panties.

Daphne whined at the foreign sensation. The world was starting to seem like a hazy blur as Atticus continued to trace her core through her panties. She didn’t know whether she wanted him to stop or continue his efforts.

"Atticus..."

"Yes, sunshine?" Atticus smiled innocently, a sharp contrast to his actions. He loved the way Daphne’s cheeks flushed a darker red with every teasing moment, and the tiny jolt of her hips as he swiped his fingers to toy with her. She felt herself grow increasingly wet, and she wanted to press her legs together. But Atticus easily pulled them apart and kept them there.

"What are you doing?" Daphne asked in a breathy whine.

"Why, I’m playing with you, just like you wanted. Unless... you want something more?"

Daphne could only nod mutely, too embarrassed to speak out. Atticus smirked and decided to stop torturing his wife temporarily. After one last tease, he pulled down her panties in one fell swoop. Daphne gasped at the sudden coldness now that her nether regions were fully exposed.

Instinctively, her hands reached down, attempting to shield herself from view, but Atticus was one second faster. It was almost as though he could already guess what she was planning in her head.

"No hiding, my dear wife," he said with a tut, easily holding her hands together by her wrists, keeping them away from covering her privates. The only response he received was an humiliated whine from Daphne, one that caused his own member to twitch.

He had hardly ever used magic for activities in the bedroom― hardly ever before. However, Atticus had never been more glad he had the option to. His ring began to glow and soon enough, he could let go of Daphne’s wrists as it was covered by a purplish aura that held her in place. With his powers, Atticus kept Daphne’s hands bound together, poised above her head.

"You’ve had your fair share of food earlier today at the celebration," Atticus said. "Alas, I have yet to have my meal and I am quite starved."

Daphne had barely even begun to question Atticus’s words before she felt a foreign sensation touch her below. She gasped, her back arching sharply with surprise as a strangled moan slipped past her lips. With the way her hands were pressed down against the bed, she couldn’t see what Atticus was up to― only that his head was nestled right between her thighs.

"Wait―"

The word had barely even slipped past her lips when Atticus’s tongue began to move. It felt as though a bolt of electricity had shot through her, causing her to twitch a little to the way he flicked his tongue.

It was a sensation that she had never felt before, a pleasure unlike no other. It felt like every movement Atticus made against that sensitive part of her caused her mind to go blank and her eyes to see stars. Even her breaths had turned labored and uneven.

Atticus sucked a little on the small bud that was hidden beneath her folds, only pulling back and grinning with satisfaction when he saw it had finally peeked out from its hood. When he looked up at Daphne, he noticed a small tear at the corner of her eyes.

His heart and smile fell immediately. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, worried if he had gone too fast too quickly.

However, the words that left Daphne’s mouth only caused his fire to reignite.

"Why..." she hiccuped. "Why did you stop?"

With her blushed cheeks that cast a pink hue and the teary-eyed look she wore, Atticus felt himself harden painfully against the strain of his trousers.

"Please..." she begged, all hints of embarrassment completely gone from her face. "Please don’t stop..."

Atticus didn’t need to be told twice. His hands spread her lower lips apart to give himself better access, pressing his tongue against where she was most sensitive.

Instantly, in response to his actions, Daphne squeezed herself tightly together, sighing in pleasure. She chased after the sheer euphoria, her lips parting but no words coming out. All she could do was writhe under his touch, subconsciously rolling her hips along to match his movements.

"Mmm!"

When she felt his tongue slip past her folds, Daphne struggled against her binds. She squirmed, tortured by the feeling of pure bliss. Blood rushed to her head, causing her to feel as though she was about to explode.

Hearing her positive responses, Atticus smiled against her skin. He returned his mouth to her clit, working the small nub gently, increasing his tempo whenever Daphne’s moans grew in volume. His hands didn’t rest as well.

Slowly, he tested Daphne’s acceptance of intrusion. He slipped one finger into her wet opening, eliciting a delighted whimper from her. Taking that as a good sign, he slowly moved in and out, curling his finger against her rugged inner walls. When she tightened against his finger, Atticus inserted a second one in and began to pump.

When he hit a particular spot inside, right under where her belly button was, Daphne’s voice escaped a little louder, uncontrolled. Her head was pressed right into their mattress, her body arching high.

He had found her sweet spot.

"There it is," Atticus mumbled to himself, reveling in the way Daphne could only converse with mewls and groans now. She probably couldn’t even hear a single word he had just said, trapped in the bubble of pleasure that Atticus provided.

He began to press against the area, grinding his finger whenever he moved in. At the same time, he peppered lingering kisses to the sensitive nub of flesh, flicking his tongue against it, rhythmically increasing his speed.

Daphne thought she was about to go insane. Her body had gone numb― everywhere but her bottom half. She could feel every sensation, every lick, every pump. Until eventually, the build up for it was too much for her to contain.

"Atticus, wait―" She gasped harshly, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to stamp the quickly building feeling. "I think I am going to― I have to go―"

Her husband simply ignored her words, continuing with his actions — and even increasing the intensity of it — until eventually, Daphne felt like she was thrust off the edge of a cliff. Her head went blank as she threw her head back, her eyes rolling as she sucked in a sharp breath of air. Even her legs began to shake, jolting up as she held them in place in the air, the sensation too much to handle all at once.

Atticus continued his movements, helping her ride out her high before slowly tuning down his speed. When her pants began to stabilize and turn even, he stopped his actions.

Daphne looked down at him, her eyes glazed over and blurry. She could barely even make out any words and she felt like she was still floating in an alternate reality when he looked up and threw her a devilishly handsome grin.

"Don’t rest now, sunshine," he said.

"Huh?" Daphne blinked twice, unable to fully register his words.

"After all," Atticus began to shrug off his clothing, revealing his toned muscles, "You can’t keep all the fun to yourself."