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Before Daphne could properly register the meaning of Atticus's intentions, his arms had easily reached under her skirts. Daphne shivered as she felt his warm hands trace her thighs, but Atticus's hands drifted higher, palming her core through her panties.

Daphne whined at the foreign sensation. The world was starting to seem like a hazy blur as Atticus continued to trace her core through her panties. She didn't know whether she wanted him to stop or continue his efforts.

"Atticus…"

"Yes, sunshine?" Atticus smiled innocently, a sharp contrast to his actions. He loved the way Daphne's cheeks flushed a darker red with every teasing moment, and the tiny jolt of her hips as he swiped his fingers to toy with her. She felt herself grow increasingly wet, and she wanted to press her legs together. But Atticus easily pulled them apart and kept them there. 

"What are you doing?" Daphne asked in a breathy whine.