Stolen by the Rebel King-Chapter 577: A Bruising Kiss III*

Daphne gasped, her arms desperately clinging onto Atticus’s shoulders, her fingernails digging crescents into his skin. Even if the bathwater had made the skin on Atticus’s back slippery, causing her hold to weaken, she was determined to hang onto him for dear life.

Every part of her body and soul wanted Atticus with her, inside her. She wanted him to bury himself inside her until there was a trace of him in every fragment of her body.

"Atticus! More!" Daphne cried out helplessly as he continued to thrust into her, his hands an iron grip around her waist.

Atticus chanced a quick look at Daphne’s face― her eyes were clouded with relentless pleasure, her mouth falling open in a display of wanton lust as color ran high on her cheeks.

It made him want to fuck her even harder until tears welled up in those lovely eyes of hers. If his little wife wanted more, who was he to refuse? A wicked thought crossed his mind, and his eyes glowed golden with magic before he regrettably slipped his cock out of her aching cavern.

Daphne gasped as she felt her limbs move unknowingly, her arms moving above her head as her back arched forward, pushing her breasts enticingly into Atticus’s waiting hands. Her legs were now spread further apart, revealing her womanhood that was still greedily trying to suck Atticus’s length into her. It felt so empty without him, and the warm bathwater seemed to be taunting her with his absence.

"Atticus? What are you doing?" Daphne demanded breathlessly as she caught sight of her husband’s teasing look. "You’re not finished yet!"

The powerlessness she was feeling was new, yet it sent a shiver of delight coursing through her. Atticus had never used his magic in such a way before, and the possibilities sent her mind reeling. Her core clenched even more tightly, and Atticus groaned in pleasure.

"I’m fulfilling your every needy wish, my dear wife," Atticus answered before he busied his mouth by planting hungry kisses all over her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples which were now a swollen rosy red, visible through the water.

Daphne gasped and squirmed, but Atticus’s magic was overpowering, and she could do nothing but endure the onslaught of pleasure he delivered, her legs splayed helplessly as her core trembled. She wanted his mouth to go lower and kiss her nether lips, but Atticus continued to tease and toy with her, purposely ignoring her signals.

Evil man! Yet she knew he would never hurt her, so she let him do as he wished. Sometimes, Atticus knew her needs better than she knew them herself.

His mouth nibbled and nipped at her sensitive chest, causing her to mewl in pleasure, while his roving hands refused to do anything more than stroke her inner thighs, further tormenting her. She cried out, pleading for him to plunge back inside her, but Atticus was unmoved.

After all, Daphne had magic to free herself and put an end to matters if she truly wanted to. The fact that she was allowing this to happen to her meant that she wanted it.

And who was he to say no? He was going to take this chance to thoroughly bully Daphne for all her bold words and teasing remarks earlier. If Daphne wanted him to touch her, she was going to need to beg prettily.

"Atticus... please... more..." Daphne whined, feeling her own wetness leak out, mingling with the bathwater.

Her cheeks heated further when she realized what was happening― it was simply too lewd! She was so wet and eager; it felt like she could fill an entire bath with her need for him.

"More?" Atticus asked, pretending to play dumb, as he moved away. "Wife, you’re awfully eager."

"Atticus, you’re a tease! Are you sure you can wait that long?" Daphne asked challengingly with an irritated huff, but her bravado quickly evaporated into a moan when Atticus flicked his fingers― no, he did not touch her womanhood directly, but he controlled the water around her so that it ebbed around her sensitive walls, teasing her further.

The water circled her precious little button, causing her to gasp. She wanted to jerk and tilt her hips upwards, wanting more, but Atticus’s magic held firm. Pleasure was welling within her, but it was simply not enough for her to crest over.

With every crook of his fingers, the water followed faithfully, rubbing against her nether lips and encouraging more wetness to flow out.

Daphne could only watch helplessly as she squirmed― she could imagine all too well how those fingers felt when they were inside her, how the long digits stroked her inner walls causing her to clench on them. The water was a poor substitute!

No matter how much the water flowed around her, it was simply too soft to bring her over the edge.

Atticus smirked, he knew all ways and means to get Daphne to come, and with that knowledge, he proceeded to not do any of those acts to keep her on the brink.

It had been a long time since they were intimate, and he wanted Daphne to enjoy the full experience.

Tears soon began to bead at the corner of Daphne’s eyes at the continued teasing. She was slowly starting to lose her mind, her only focus was on trying to reach the pinnacle of pleasure. She needed her husband to stop playing with her!

"Atticus... please... fuck me..." Daphne begged, deliberately using her puppy eyes on him.

She could tell Atticus was also near the end of his rope. She spotted Atticus’s thick manhood under the water― he was so hard it almost seemed painful, yet he refused to slide back into her and pleasure himself.

"I need you inside me... please... don’t toy with me like this..."

"Hmmm..." Atticus pretended to think about it, before finally nodding his head.

Daphne looked so sweetly needy begging for him that he felt his heart soften. His manhood, however, remained painfully hard. He had to end the teasing for his own benefit too― his own cock was liable to fall off at this rate before he could fuck Daphne!

"Fair enough, I have bullied you long enough."

Before Daphne could respond to his words, he slid back inside her in one quick motion, causing her to scream in pleasure. After the tantalizing teasing softness of the water, Atticus’s hard manhood was a welcome intrusion. Her inner walls clenched tightly against him in a welcome embrace, causing Atticus to moan.

"Sunshine, you’re so good for me. You did so well..." Atticus rambled as he began to thrust in earnest, causing water to flow out of the tub with the strength of his exertions. He released the magic binding Daphne’s limbs, and Daphne sank down eagerly onto his cock, wrapping her legs around his waist while her arms clung to his back.

"Yes... Yes... More!"

Finally, Daphne felt the wave of pleasure overwhelm her, sinking her deep into its depths. Her mouth fell open in a wordless scream of abandon, and Atticus followed close behind, shooting his essence deep inside her before covering her eager mouth with another kiss.