Stolen by the Rebel King
Chapter 81: Skin to Skin I

Chapter 81: Skin to Skin I

A smirk slowly grew on Atticus’s face.

"Why sunshine, I wasn’t expecting you to listen to my words, let alone remember them and quote them back to me," Atticus said smugly. It was annoying, but Daphne would take his smugness over his cold shoulder any day.

"Yes, well, don’t get too used to it," she retorted.

"As my lady commands," Atticus said, pretending to bow. "Do you want to get inside the tub first, or shall I?"

Daphne paused, nearly biting her tongue as heat suffused her face. If she got in first, the water could conceal her body before Atticus entered. If she got in later, Atticus would get a full view of her as she clambered into the tub. She could make him close his eyes, but...

"Ladies first then," Atticus said, guessing her dilemma. "I’ll wait outside while you’re changing. Let me know when I can come in, or if you want me to come in at all."

"...Thank you," she replied, surprised by his consideration. It almost seemed like Atticus could read her mind.

Maybe they were slowly, finally, understanding each other.

After he left the bathroom, she quickly stripped and entered the bath, moaning in pleasure. The hot water was perfect for relaxing her muscles that have tensed up in the long carriage ride, as well as removing the dirt and grime of the day.

"Are you done?" Atticus asked, sounding strangely choked. He must have been impatiently waiting for a hot bath too.

"Yes, you can come in now!" Daphne called out, hurriedly sinking her body lower into the water to conceal herself.

Atticus entered the room and immediately began stripping without hesitation. Daphne briefly recalled the last time Atticus had shared a bath with her. Time had not dampened her memories of him; his body was still toned and sculpted to perfection.

Back then, she squeezed her eyes shut as a reminder not to look.

Now, she covered them with her hands, but she could not resist the urge to peer through her fingers as her eyes wandered down his body, eyeing his muscles with no small amount of appreciation.

Her gaze drifted lower to between his legs, accidentally getting a glimpse of his manhood. Daphne squeaked and shut her eyes, but the image was burned into her brain, causing her mouth to dry up. She felt her insides warm in a way that had nothing to do with the bathwater.

How was he so... so...

"Why so shy?" Atticus asked, teasing her. His little wife wasn’t discreet in her spying and the sight of her embarrassed by his nakedness was a big boost to his ego. "After all, you’re the one that invited me."

Daphne spluttered behind her hands, her face heating up further. "Stop wasting time! Just get in the tub!"

"Yes, dear. Such impatience," Atticus commented cheerfully as he proceeded to make his way to the tub.

Daphne felt, rather than saw, his body enter the water. Water sloshed around her as Atticus tried to make himself comfortable in the tiny space available.

"You can open your eyes now," Atticus drawled out as he watched Daphne do her best impression of a blind man. "Or were you hoping to just ignore me in the tub? For shame, sunshine, for shame. No other women will let this chance pass them by."

Daphne opened her eyes and glared at him. "Don’t talk about other women when I’m here with you."

"Alright, alright," Atticus said, lifting his arms up in surrender, an impish smile on his face. "Don’t be jealous."

"I’m not jealous," Daphne said even as she finally put down her hands. The tub was even tinier than she expected, or perhaps it was Atticus who seemed too large. "Or would you like it if I mentioned Jonah now?"

Atticus’s face darkened and he fell silent. Daphne sniffed, her point made.

Their legs were touching despite Daphne’s best attempts to put some space between them, and every brush of his bare skin against her own sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach and desire pooling in her gut.

Meanwhile, Atticus was doing his best to seem calm and unaffected, even as his lower half was standing at attention thanks to Daphne’s allure. His wife was unintentionally teasing him with her pursed lips and squirming body. Every move she made to put distance between them ironically ended up pushing them closer together, the soft pale skin of her pillowy thighs tempted him like a sailor to a siren.

He couldn’t help but lick his lips when he eyed the juncture between her thighs, where the greatest treasure lay, waiting to be discovered by none other than himself.

"Hey! Stop looking!" Daphne protested weakly.

Atticus was surprisingly quiet. Initially, she thought he must have been tired, but it turns out that he was leering at her womanhood. She pressed her thighs together firmly, even if that action caused a frisson of pleasure to travel through her.

Atticus meanwhile blinked slowly, as though he had not heard a single word. He slowly looked up at her.

"Atticus?"

"...Yes? Sorry? Did you say something?" Atticus asked, blinking innocently.

"...Nevermind," Daphne said, sighing as she tilted her head back against the rim of the tub. Perhaps Atticus was simply so tired that his head hung low and he was staring at nothing in particular.

"If you say so." Atticus shrugged.

Thankfully, Daphne was fooled by his acting. Perhaps his wife was too preoccupied with avoiding him, that she didn’t realize he now had a lovely view of her tits. He let his eyes drift away again, pretending to be tired while he was actually eyeing her chest.

Her long hair was a curtain that made every tiny peek even more tantalizing, the sight of her curves nearly sent him into a state of rapture.

Her curves were delectable, and it was taking a lot of self-control for him not to lunge for her like a depraved animal and sink his teeth into her tender flesh. She turned her head, and the resulting movement revealed a pale pink nipple, nearly causing Atticus to groan.

Life was very hard. So was he.

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