Stolen by the Rebel King
Chapter 246: Marks of Love I *

Chapter 246: Marks of Love I *

Atticus stood by the doorway, having just entered the room. His hair was slightly frazzled, almost as though he had been running his fingers through it over and over again to result in such a tousled state.

"Atticus!" Daphne cried out in surprise. "You’re back already."

"Of course."

He closed the door behind him and quickly crossed the room. With a simple swipe of his hand, Zephyr flew off the bed and tumbled a little ungracefully onto the floor with a thud, the mist of purple that surrounded him only disappearing after he was off the bed and thrown into the empty connecting room next door.

The animal squawked, upset that it had been treated so callously, but Atticus did not care. The door that linked both rooms together was slammed shut by magic, the lock clicking in place.

Then, he simply wrapped his arms around Daphne’s waist, burrowing himself into her embrace.

"What’s wrong?" Daphne asked, gently caressing his head. Atticus had, she noticed, ridiculously silky strands of hair that every maiden across the continent would be envious of. It was sorely unfair.

"I’ve missed you," he murmured into her hold, burrowing himself deeper as though wishing for them to be blended together into one.

"So have I," Daphne replied. She gently held Atticus’s face in her hands, and when he lifted his chin up and away from her in curiosity, she leaned down and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

When she pulled away, Daphne was met with Atticus’s frown. His lips were downturned and the skin between his eyebrows was wrinkled.

"Why did you pull away?" he asked, his voice raspy and hurt.

Using his elbows to push himself up, he quickly climbed over until he hovered over Daphne. She fell back against the bed frame, her body slouching a little. A soft gasp escaped her lips when she found herself trapped between his arms and the wall, leaving her with nowhere else to run. The gaze in his eyes was intense, burning with a fire behind them that caused Daphne’s heart to skip a beat.

"Atticus..."

"Don’t pull away from me," he said. He leaned close, his eyes half hooded over, causing his eyelashes to fan out beautifully.

When their lips touched again, Daphne moved slowly with his actions, following Atticus’s lead. His lips parted and hers followed, his tongue slipping in. Surprised, Daphne instinctively tried to pull away but Atticus’s hand easily and quickly cupped the back of her head as though he had predicted she would move. He lightly pressed her in, deepening their kiss.

His hands had not kept idle even though their tongues were entangled together. Atticus made quick work of her dress, peeling the corset open with expertise. It caused Daphne to wonder if his foremost bashfulness when she had asked him for help previously was all an act.

Without her corset and dress holding them in place, her breasts quickly spilled out for all to see. Daphne gasped sharply at the sudden undress, her hands flying to cover herself.

"There’s no need for you to hide yourself from me," Atticus said. His fingers wrapped around her wrists, peeling her hand free from shielding her bosom away from view.

Blood rushed to Daphne’s face, painting her cheeks scarlet as she bit onto her bottom lip. Her gaze collided with that of Atticus’s, the tension further deepening the color of her cheeks.

Just one look from him sent her stomach coiling and twisting with lust. She could feel an uncomfortable feeling build up inside her, scorching her insides and igniting a thirst within her that could not be quenched through ordinary means.

"Gods, Daphne," Atticus said, his voice laced with desire. "You’re so fucking beautiful."

He pulled her close, pressing kisses against the soft skin of her neck. Slowly, he began to lick and suck, no doubt leaving a trail of color against the pale canvas of her skin. When he pulled away, it was only to smile at the marks of love he had left on her in satisfaction.

Listening to her gasps and moans of pleasure had caused his own member to come alive― not that it was ever down whenever Daphne was around. She always had some way with him, enough to cause him to always ache with want for her.

"Let’s get this thing off you," Atticus said, quickly tossing the rest of her skirts and dresses away, sending them flying across the room and onto the ground.

"That’s unfair," Daphne murmured.

Though, Atticus hadn’t heard it properly the first time. He paused in his actions, confused.

"What?" he asked.

"I said it’s unfair," she repeated. Then, Daphne clarified, "That you’re fully clothed while I am not."

It took a second but when her words finally registered properly in his brain, a crooked smirk found its way onto his face. Atticus huffed, laughter coloring his eyes with light, causing the gold of his irises to gleam even brighter than before.

"Oh so demanding," Atticus said with a tut. "But whatever my queen commands for, I can only obey."

His clothes slid off of him in an instant, revealing his broad chest and shoulders as well as his defined abs. Daphne’s hand reached up, trailing over the rises and dips caused by his well-sculpted body, slowly relishing in the feeling of his body under her touch.

Atticus grabbed Daphne by her waist before he leaned back and sat down, moving her so that she now hovered over him. Only, his fully erected member had been positioned right under her wet folds. When she sat down, his cock slid into her with one fluid movement, causing both of them to hiss out when he entered her.

Daphne threw her head back at the sudden intrusion; she had only ever experienced sex once before and she needed time to get used to her husband’s large size. Her walls were stretched to wrap tightly around him, a sensation that was both foreign and euphoric at the same time.

Atticus, however, wasn’t planning on waiting. One taste of heaven and he was already addicted. He thrust up hard, causing Daphne to bounce a little in his lap as a moan escaped her lips. His hips continued to rock, digging into a spot inside her that had her moving and twisting, further heightening the sensation he felt.

When a shaky breath escaped her lips, Atticus leaned down and placed a kiss on her nipple. Her back arched and he followed, wrapping the whole bud between his lips as his tongue flicked at it, sucking hard.

The feeling of both parts of her getting ravaged so intensely caused Daphne to squeeze, her walls tightening around him all of a sudden. Atticus groaned, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her chest as he did.

"Fuck, Daphne..." he gasped. "You’re so fucking tight."

His hands ran down her smooth back, trailing down her snowy white skin before resting at her bottom. He cupped her cheeks, using his hand to assist her, bringing her body up and down, slamming her hard against his cock.

A particularly hard movement caused her to whimper, her legs beginning to shake as she wrapped them around his waist.

Daphne could feel the same sensation coming, and with her prior experience, she knew that her climax was quickly coming. She began to grind against him, moving so that his tip hit hard against where she could feel him most, convulsing a little whenever her clit brushed against him.

"Atticus..." she forced out the words breathily between gasps of pleasure, "I think I’m coming."

All of a sudden, his movements stopped and he pulled her off him.

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