Stolen by the Rebel King
Chapter 412: Garden of Secrets II*

Chapter 412: Garden of Secrets II*

Rationality fled from every corner of Daphne’s mind as an insatiable hunger swept through her core. Her body burned with desire, further deepening her kiss with Atticus. He, too, reciprocated by drawing her close, wanting nothing more than to press right into her until they melded into one.

Their lips and tongues twined together in a dance, leaving Daphne breathless. Yet, she couldn’t find a part of her that wanted to stop. Maybe it was the aphrodisiac content in the air, maybe it was just her repressed emotions; whatever it was, she wanted to forget everything and lay with her husband tonight.

It seemed like Atticus had the very same idea as well.

Pieces of clothing flew off their bodies within seconds, soaring through the air before tumbling into a messy pile on the ground. Atticus flicked his fingers, his magic ensuring that the doors were properly locked just in case someone thought it would be wondrous to ruin his fun tonight.

With that in place, he pulled her into her arms, and Daphne cooperated by jumping before wrapping her legs around her waist. Atticus’s hands came to her buttocks, supporting her weight as he quickly moved to the bed before placing her down.

He hovered over her, their lips barely parting for even a second, not even to breathe. All that separated them now was a thin layer of underwear, something which Atticus quickly peeled off Daphne’s body to reveal her most intimate spot.

Only then had their lips parted, and Daphne finally had a good look at her husband’s eyes. They were pooled with lust, the gold color of his irises darkened almost into a shimmery bronze, heavily laden with desire.

"Fuck." The expletive slipped from Atticus’s lips as his fingers swiped down against her lower lips, causing Daphne to shiver at the sensation. "You’re already so wet, so ready."

Instead of immediately entering her, he moved down a little and began to lap at her entrance. The second his tongue touched her clit, Daphne moaned out in delight, her thighs quaking. They instinctively wanted to move shut but Atticus held them open, allowing him better access to her wet folds.

"Keep them wide open for me, sunshine," he said, muttering against her skin.

He pressed a few kisses along her inner thighs, causing Daphne to jolt a little every time he did so.

"Stop... teasing me..." she murmured, her voice bordering a whine. She shook her hips, grinding against his lips as he suckled hard against her sensitive bud. "Oh!"

The pleasure didn’t last for long for Atticus quickly moved away. Daphne didn’t have the chance to even gather her thoughts when she felt him line up against her. The tip of his cock pierced through her entrance, followed by his entire length in one swift motion.

No word, no warning.

Daphne arched her back immediately, her fingers digging into the soft sheets of the bed as her lips parted in delight. It wasn’t their first time and it had been a long time since then, but every single time they made love still felt as new and fresh as the first. The pain had long ebbed away, but the sensation was just as thrilling as she remembered, something she could never tire of.

With her lips parted, Atticus took the chance to capture them in a kiss. He quickly pumped into her, thrusting deep within until she could only groan out despite their connected lips.

Even Atticus was unable to keep silent. He wasn’t sure why but tonight, his lust was at its peak. Daphne looked just as sensual as every other day, but tonight, just one look at her and he could feel himself getting rock hard. Now that he was fully lodged within her, the tip of his cock rubbing against the bumps and ridges inside her cave, his cock had turned even more painfully rigid.

Each thrust elicited a breathy groan from him until he wasn’t able to hold it for much longer.

Daphne came first, her legs trembling madly around his waist before he followed, climaxing due to her contracting walls. He pushed deep within her, giving a few long, hard thrusts to pump deep within her until both of them came down from their highs.

Atticus did not pull away after, however. He simply propped himself up a little, his member still inside as he stared deep into her eyes.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice breathy.

"Nothing," he replied. "I love you."

He could feel her walls clamp down at his profession of love, causing him to suck in a gasp of air through his teeth. Atticus’s member hadn’t gone down yet from that orgasm― if anything, it was only getting harder.

Of course, Daphne could feel it too. Her eyes widened when she realized he hadn’t pulled out despite his release, and she looked down at where they were connected still.

"You―"

"I’m not done with you yet," he said. There was a rough edge to his tone, and Daphne could not ignore the carnal desire that filled his gaze.

This was just the first round. He might’ve already pumped her full of his seed but how could he be sure that she was already with child with just one round? If Daphne wanted a baby so badly, it was only his rightful duty as her loving husband to ensure it happened, wasn’t that so?

With that, Atticus hoisted himself up so that he was now kneeling while still inside her. He moved her legs up until they formed two straight lines, to which he held together on his left side by her knees.

Her feet were pointed to the ceiling and like this, Daphne could feel him push even deeper into her hole. His tip prodded at the entrance to her womb, a strangely delightful feeling that caused Daphne to squeeze her eyes shut.

She was already stretched full by his thick member. Yet, it seemed like it wasn’t going down anytime soon. If anything, it was only increasing in size.

"I thought that you―"

"I said it, didn’t I?" Atticus said, cutting her off mid-sentence. "None of us are getting any sleep tonight until you are full of my seed, your belly round with my child."

Daphne’s heart skipped a beat, her mouth dry as her stomach throbbed at his words. She could feel her desire being reignited by his words, and she clenched her walls down hard.

Her actions only caused Atticus’s gaze to darken even further, and she knew then that this was going to be a long night.