Stolen by the Rebel King
Chapter 82: Skin to Skin II

Chapter 82: Skin to Skin II

[WARNING: Mild Sexual Content]

Atticus decided to make himself think of the least arousing things possible. Like his grandparents procreating. Or eating dirt with a spoon. Or Eugene Attonson. That last thought certainly deflated him quickly enough, replacing his arousal with anger and disgust.

"We should wash now," Daphne said.

They had simply sat in silence together for the past few minutes, and the water would soon be cold. Her husband had a vacant look in his eyes as if he was a thousand miles away.

Now he looked angry.

"We have to wash up eventually," Daphne added, trying to convince him as though he was a naughty child avoiding a bath. With that look in his eyes, she thought that he was showing his displeasure at scrubbing clean― or turning around so that he no longer had the front seat to look at Daphne’s breasts. "Do you want me to help you wash?"

Normally, Daphne wouldn’t bother making such an audacious offer. But Atticus had expended a lot of effort to keep everyone safe.

And Daphne hoped that this would go a long way in repairing relations between them.

Meanwhile, Atticus’s head was reeling at the offer.

"Let me help you first," Atticus said.

He stood up, the water sloshing around as he did so. Daphne quickly squeezed her eyes shut, looking down into the water. Her head was tilted so low that it had nearly touched the water’s surface, almost drowning herself in the process. She could feel him moving behind her, his body heat hotter than the quickly cooling water of the bath.

Daphne didn’t miss the light chuckle that had escaped Atticus’s lips when he had no doubt noticed her reaction. When she was sure that Atticus had sat back down again then she opened her eyes once more.

She was nestled right in between Atticus’s thighs, with his legs each on one side, trapping her in. Due to how small the tub was, Daphne was forced to pull her knees up to the chest in her best attempt to squeeze to the front of the round tub. The tub could definitely fit two people but it wasn’t comfortable by any means.

Yet, she had severely underestimated Atticus’s size. Even with her best efforts in making herself as small and compact as possible, Atticus still took up a lot of space. She felt him right behind her, not even inches separating them from touching.

"I’m going to soap your back," Atticus said, his voice coming out a little more hoarse than what Daphne was used to hearing.

Before she could reply, she felt his large hands on her back, gently rubbing her skin in circles. He used a little strength, making sure to rub the tension out of her back and shoulders at the same time he was lathering her back with the body wash. When his fingers began to work at a knot in a particularly sore spot on her back, Daphne let out a badly stifled moan.

Atticus’s movements hitched for a second when her voice slipped. A particular little friend of his grew not so little just by the sound of her voice. It certainly didn’t help either with his hands running down her smooth, bare back. Her natural scent had mixed with the smell of the body soap, creating a perfume that quickly intoxicated Atticus.

At first, Daphne thought nothing of Atticus’s hands stopping. But she soon felt something a little odd. She had guessed that the space between her and Atticus wasn’t a lot to begin with. After all, the bathtub wasn’t exceedingly spacious. Yet, even with how they were positioned, she hadn’t truly fathomed how close they really were until she felt something hard press against her behind.

"What’s this thing that’s poking me..."

It didn’t click for Daphne on what it could’ve been and she instinctively reached back to remove the source of discomfort. Her fingers quickly found the item and they wrapped around the rod-like object.

Behind her, Atticus practically jumped in surprise. A hiss slipped from his lips, followed by a curse.

"Fuck, sunshine." His voice sounded almost as though he was pleading with her. "Your hand..."

The thing that Daphne held onto twitched in her hands, stiffening. It took her a couple of seconds too long to realize what it was exactly that had been prodding her buttocks, and when she did, she let go immediately, almost jumping out of the tub in shock.

"Wait― What― Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" Her words were all jumbled out, her sentences incoherent.

She had spun around in her haste but soon realized that there was no way she could meet Atticus in the eye. So, she quickly looked down.

Big mistake.

Daphne hadn’t even bothered to properly wash the soap off her back nor continue washing her hair. Their abrupt movements had caused enough water to splash up and wash the suds off of her anyway, not that she cared. All that mattered to Daphne right now was to get up and get out of the bathroom before she embarrassed herself further.

"I am so sorry!"

The words burst out of her lips in quick succession as she quickly grabbed one of the towels that had been hanging in the bathroom before running out. She hadn’t even bothered to properly dry herself off or even wrap the towel securely around herself before she left, the bathroom door slamming shut behind her.

That left Atticus alone in the bathtub, his eyes still wide. The bathroom floor was completely wet now from the stunt that had just been pulled, with half of the bathwater out of the tub.

Atticus groaned, running a hand up his face and combing through his hair in frustration. He had just calmed down but this just had to happen. Now, the pressure that was building up below caused his body to heat up. He was sure that even the bathwater would be freezing in comparison to his body heat now.

He peeked at his throbbing member through one cracked eyelid before quickly squeezing his eyes shut again.

It was going to be a long night for sure. He still had to share a bed with Daphne, if she wasn’t already scared out of her wits by his biological bodily reaction.

Damn it.

He decided to take care of his little problem. Maybe once he had gotten some release, he wouldn’t need to worry about his lower half standing at attention when he cuddled Daphne in bed. And it was all too easy to picture his sweet little wife lying under him, her body exposed for him...