Stolen by the Rebel King
Chapter 413: Garden of Secrets III*

Chapter 413: Garden of Secrets III*

Daphne’s legs were straight against Atticus’s chest, held there only by one of his hands while the other was at her waist. With a sharp push, Atticus quickly built up speed and momentum, ruthlessly fucking her right in her tight, creamy cunt, leaving Daphne in a mewling mess.

She was already pumped full but true to his words, Atticus didn’t seem like he had any intentions of stopping anytime soon.

The moans that escaped his lips were desperate, vulgar, and savage, nothing short of a beast in heat with the desperate need to mate. It wasn’t just that. The room was filled with other dubious noises, such as the slick squelch of her wet entrance every time Atticus slipped in and out, paired with the lewd sound of contact every time his balls slapped against her ass.

That was finished off with the smell of their arousal that had long flooded the room, overpowering the aphrodisiac herbs that were burning through the night to fuel the lust they desperately tried to keep under covers.

Such a symphony of moans and groans had Daphne delirious. Her stomach was full and her pussy was throbbing. Every breath was labored and she felt as though she was being fucked to cloud nine with the way Atticus thrust into her as though there was no tomorrow.

When he moved in a way that allowed the tip of his member to drag along her inner walls, Daphne huffed, struggling to keep her legs straight as her climax washed over her body for a second time that night. She wished desperately to curl her legs up but Atticus gave her no choice, pinning her legs rod-straight as he continued to ram into her.

"God..."

"Atticus," he corrected. "Say my name, not another man’s."

If Daphne’s head was any clearer, she would’ve rolled her eyes and smacked him for such a ridiculous joke. However, her brain was foggy and she could barely make out one from two. Daphne barely even nodded, unsure of how her head managed to bob without her own command.

"Atticus," she moaned, "Harder, please. Damn it, don’t stop."

"I wasn’t planning to," he said.

Through Daphne’s hazy vision, she could see Atticus’s lips tilt up into a crooked smirk. When she looked down, watching as Atticus pulled in and out of her, she could see his own cock coated with white liquid, the remnants of the previous round still churning deep within her.

The sight was downright erotic. She had never dared to really examine it for too long but now, she watched, almost mesmerized, as Atticus pumped load after load of baby batter straight into her, stuffing her full until she couldn’t breathe.

Atticus’s eyes trailed down to where Daphne was looking, his grin increasing in width as he watched her bite down on her own bottom lip. Reaching down, he ran his fingers down her swollen, coated folds, successfully drawing out a sharp gasp from Daphne before he raised his coated fingers to her mouth.

"Lick," he ordered.

She dutifully did as she was told, her tongue darting out from her lips before capturing his fingers. Carefully, she tasted the milky residue on his fingers, savoring every last drop all while maintaining eye contact.

It was salty, to say the least, and it smelled like a mix of her own fluids and Atticus’s, a taste she wasn’t unfamiliar with. Perhaps she had gone crazy indeed, for she even thought that there was a sweet aftertaste, leaving her wanting for more.

Meanwhile, the sight of this lascivious side of Daphne had Atticus shuddering, his abdomen flexing as he desperately tried to rein in his desire. If he didn’t, he would’ve came immediately.

This woman had way too much power over him for her own good.

’A vixen,’ Atticus thought. Surely this was what his wife was. Either that or she was a siren that was here to lull him into the depths and abandon everything and anything he had ever worked for in life.

Every move she made had him reeling, and every word she spoke felt like a sacred oath he had to obey. He was at her mercy, and when they touched, Atticus thought that perhaps even the touch of angels couldn’t compare to this sort of bliss.

He wanted nothing more than to be tangled in her arms forever. He had to make her his― in body, mind, and soul. She could bear his children and they could have a loving family, a home, a haven. The desire to breed her full of his seed had reached its maximum.

Atticus was quickly nearing his edge for the second time, while he was sure that Daphne was already chasing after her third. After all, her walls were consistently contracting and squeezing, a clear sign that she was desperately attempting to gain even more friction.

Faster, harder.

Deeper.

He leaned his entire body weight forward, propping Daphne’s legs over his shoulders — one on each side — while his hands went under her body to wrap around her waist just so that he could press even further into her. His tip rammed against her cervix, drawing out staggered breaths and pained groans as she whined in an aching pleasure.

"I’m gonna cum," he said, whispering the words right by her ear, causing the hairs on her body to stand as she shivered in delight. "Take it. Take it all."

His thrusts were getting sloppy, moving in and out as liquid started to dribble out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass. Her insides seemed to suck him further in with every thrust, making it harder for him to completely pull out before plunging back in.

"I am going to fuck a baby into you," he promised.

She could feel his member pulse as he released, his voice heavy and ragged as he moaned into her neck.

On the other hand, Daphne’s nails dug into his back, leaving long marks as she convulsed. Her brain washed clear and her vision went white before eventually, her eyes rolled to the back of her skull.

Lips parted, she could only inaudibly gasp for air as Atticus pressed down, locking her in between his body and the mattress, leaving her nowhere to run. She could feel him pump his seed straight into her depths, wave after wave, surely leaving her with a swollen belly in a few months.

No matter how much she wiggled or wormed, he didn’t let go. They stayed this way as he emptied his contents into her. His thick seed pooled at the sheets, dribbling out as he groaned in carnal pleasure, his member throbbing inside of her even after everything was released.

Only after the wave of pleasure had long washed away did Atticus finally move up a little. He didn’t pull out but remained inside even while helping her sore legs down from his shoulder.

Their eyes were on each other, their gazes unwavering. All sorts of emotions melded into Daphne’s heart and she couldn’t figure out which to feel first.

"I love you," he repeated after he moved forward to press a kiss in between her eyebrows.

It didn’t escape Atticus’s notice, however, that Daphne didn’t say it back.

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