Stolen by the Rebel King
Chapter 229: Starved II *

Chapter 229: Starved II *

"Fun?" Daphne repeated weakly. Her mouth ran dry as her eyes roved over the large expanse of exposed skin. Atticus was built perfectly, his body was toned and chiseled, and she had the strangest urge to press her lips over every line of his muscles.

Then her eyes drifted lower, as Atticus shrugged off his pants. Daphne’s face bloomed a darker shade of red when she saw the sizable tent in his briefs. Atticus smirked when he caught Daphne’s eyes on his hidden member, and so he took his own sweet time taking it off.

"Like what you see, sunshine?" Atticus asked mischievously, and Daphne could only whimper in reply. Atticus’s manhood was long, thick, and throbbing, and Daphne instinctively closed her legs. It was definitely bigger than Atticus’s two fingers, and it looked almost too big to fit into her!

"Don’t hide yourself from me," Atticus ordered, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her inner thighs as he pried them apart easily. Daphne whined in embarrassment.

"Atticus, you’re very... big. Is that normal?" Daphne asked in a murmur, giving his manhood a wary look as her face burned. She recalled how it felt when she gripped it in her hands for the first time. Something this thick... it would split her apart!

Daphne felt herself grow even wetter at the very thought.

"Just what every man longs to hear," Atticus said smugly as he loomed over his lovely wife who was too embarrassed to meet his eyes. His fingers gently caressed her jaw and he tilted her head back so that Daphne had no choice but to look at him.

"Daphne, keep your eyes on me. I want to see you," Atticus said, before diving down to deliver a searing kiss to Daphne’s lips.

His hands made quick work of her clothes, flinging them across the room as though they were hot coals that seared against his tender flesh. Then, he began massaging her breasts while his fingers flicked at her nipples, causing them to pebble into hardness. A few more tugs and twists and Daphne was shamefully moaning, all worrisome thoughts gone from her mind.

Atticus would never hurt her.

"Exactly what I want to hear," Atticus murmured into her ear, giving it a tiny bite, just enough to startle Daphne into opening her eyes. "I’m entering you now. Take a deep breath and relax, sunshine."

"Atticus?" Daphne sucked in a breath as she felt him line up against her, his manhood against her tender core. He carefully pushed his tip into her, and Daphne felt all the air leave her lungs at the new sensation.

"Oh... oh..." Daphne gasped, her fingers clutching at the bedsheets. It was a foreign sensation, but she couldn’t say it was unwelcome. Nothing Atticus did to her would ever be unwelcome.

"How is it?" Atticus asked cautiously, watching Daphne’s face carefully for any small sign of discomfort.

His wife was untouched after all, and deflowering virgins always tended to be risky. He had heard horror stories of men doing too much too quickly, causing their wives to fear their touches after their wedding night. That was something he wished to avoid at all costs.

He wanted Daphne to long for his touches in the bedroom, so much so that she would spend every waking hour with the thought of him fucking her silly in her mind.

"...It’s fine." Daphne breathed out, giving him a soft smile as she adjusted to the new sensation. "I can handle it. Give me all of you."

Atticus growled, his eyes darkened with lust at his wife’s bold words. "You are going to regret saying that when I’m done with you."

Daphne tilted her chin up at Atticus challengingly, a playful look on her face. "Are you saying that because you can’t deliver on your promises? Were all the rumors about your bedroom skills just for show?"

"You little minx," Atticus scolded. "Don’t make fun of your husband’s prowess."

And he wasted no time in slinging her legs over his shoulders, just so that he could push the entire length of his member straight into her tight, welcoming core. Atticus groaned at how snugly Daphne’s insides wrapped around him. It was like she was made for him. They were a perfect fit.

"How is it now?" Atticus asked smugly, watching Daphne squirm around his cock as she gasped and whined. His hand palmed a breast and he squeezed, causing her to moan in pleasure. "Tell your husband how it feels."

"It’s so full..." Daphne panted out as she gazed up at Atticus with hazy eyes. Her entire core felt like it was burning up from within when Atticus entered her. She could never have imagined such a sensation― no medical book or sordid story would have prepared her for this. "Is this it? Is it over now?"

"We’re just getting started," Atticus promised, a roguish grin on his face even as he held Daphne’s hand with one of his own, his other tweaking at a nipple, causing her to cry out. "I haven’t even done anything yet."

"You’re so―"

But Daphne never got to complete her sentence, for Atticus had decided it was time to teach his mouthy little wife what happened in the bedroom. He began to thrust deeply into her with enough force that Daphne nearly bounced on the mattress, squealing in surprise. Atticus then planted his mouth on one breast as he eagerly sucked on one of her nipples, while the other was roughly toyed with by his merciless fingers.

Daphne wailed in pleasure, too far past the point of caring if anyone heard her. She had taunted and teased her husband, and she was now paying the price.

But oh, what a painful yet pleasurable price it was. Atticus’s every thrust was causing stars to form behind her eyes as his manhood reached a part of her that gave her ultimate pleasure. Paired with his ministrations on her tender breasts and sensitive nipples, Daphne truly felt like a toy played with by her husband’s expert hands, dedicated to driving her past all reason.

In no time at all, the familiar feeling from before was back again. This time, Daphne was more prepared for it, yet it was still as overwhelming as before. It felt like a large wave cresting over her, soaking her through with pleasure as her inner walls tightened around Atticus’s manhood. Atticus groaned as he watched his wife come again, willing himself to recall every detail of this experience.

Her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and teary eyes, along with her reddish nipples... he wanted it all. He needed to make her his, in all ways of the word. He had to mark her so deeply that no man would ever dare to touch what was his.

He had been holding off his own release for the sake of making Daphne’s first time a pleasurable one, and now the dam had been broken.

With one final thrust, he let out a mighty groan as he emptied his seed into her. Daphne gasped as she felt a sudden burst of warmth enter her. Atticus hadn’t stopped there, and instead, after he had paused for a second, he continuously pumped through his orgasm with his own strangled gasps and heavy pants.

Their voices mixed like a symphony, lewd and obscene, with no care for the world beyond their own chambers.

Only after Atticus had finished letting out all of his pent-up frustrations had he stopped moving, remaining hilted deep within Daphne. Even though he had already came, his cock remained rock-hard inside her.

"Atticus..." Daphne gasped out his name shakily, her eyes glazed over with desire.

He looked up when his name was called, pressing a long kiss against Daphne’s lips, their tongues intertwining in a sensual dance. When he had pulled his lips away, Atticus felt Daphne clench below around him, causing him to breathe out heavily with a shiver of delight.

"You are intoxicating," Atticus murmured, gently combing a stray strand of hair behind Daphne’s ear.

"As are you," Daphne replied, her voice equally soft. Yet, it — and her heartbeat — was all that Atticus could hear. It was all that Atticus wanted to hear.

His member throbbed. It was already beginning to soften but one look from Daphne and he could feel it harden even further inside her. She must’ve felt it too because Daphne looked at him in alarm, a sense of foreboding overwhelming her.

"W-Wait..." she stammered, trying to move away from him.

However, her core was sore and her legs were still shaking, an aftermath of the two rounds of pleasure she had gotten from him. Even the tiny bit that she did manage to pull out still shot a wave of pleasure through her walls. His member stretched and teased her entrance and insides, her flesh wrapping his perfectly.

"Wait, Atticus―"

"You’ve claimed that my prowess is just for show," Atticus cheekily replied. "I have to prove that it isn’t true."

Daphne gulped. Something told her that she wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight.

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