Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

I lift Grace in my arms and carry her to the bed on the terrace, adorned with rose petals. She encircles her arms around my neck, and her eyes sparkle with amazement as she looks at the arrangement.

“Wow! Little did I know, my husband has a romantic side as well. I thought he just knew how to give lectures.” She exclaims, chuckling.

I gently lay her down on the bed, smiling. “You don’t need lectures now, baby. What you need is love.” I lean in and capture her lips in a tender kiss.

A mischievous glint dances in her eyes as she meets my gaze. “Right now, I just need a good fuck.” She teases, winking at me as I cuddle her.

I pull her close, laughing and relishing the feeling of her in my arms. She can never change in certain aspects, and honestly, I wouldn’t want her to.

“Of course, you’ll get that, but before that, let me make you wear something even more special.” As I reach into my pocket and pull out a small velvet box, Grace’s eyes widen with curiosity.

“What’s more, Steve?”

“Just wait a second, my love.” As I open the box, revealing her old wedding ring.

Her gaze shifts from the ring to me in astonishment. “Steve, is that-”

I cut her off with a smile, “Our wedding ring. I kept it safe, knowing our paths would cross again, and this ring would find its place on your finger once more.”

A mix of emotions plays on her face as I slip the ring onto her finger. She gazes at it, and then at me, her eyes brimming with immense joy.

“Fuck! Steve, I can’t believe you kept it all this time.” She whispers, her voice filled with gratitude.

“Because I always believed in us, Grace,” I answer, kissing her knuckles gently.

She surprises me by swiftly climbing on top of me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Before I can react, she grabs my white shirt collars and seals my lips with hers in a passionate kiss, leaving me stunned.

I just love her.

Deepening the kiss, I squeeze her buttocks, causing her to moan. I missed her so fucking much.

“This is my way of expressing gratitude, husband?” She smirks, her fingers tracing the contours of my face.

I chuckle, “From the beginning, I have been captivated by your wild side, Wifey.”

“Then gear up to see my wildness more.” She whispers, trailing kisses along my jawline, making my heart race.

She unfastens my shirt buttons and starts placing kisses on my bare chest, driving me insane with each tender touch. I groan her name. Experiencing her lips on my skin fills me with pure satisfaction.

She bites down on my chest, and that’s enough for me. With her move, my desire peaks. I grab her hair and switch our positions, now she is under me. We both gaze into each other’s eyes intensely, desire clearly visible in our eyes.

After a long year, I’m going to have a sexual encounter with her. I can’t explain how much I’ve missed this woman. I can’t wait to claim her mine again with my ways.

Grabbing her face, I whisper, “I missed you, my love,” before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, reigniting the flame that has been asleep for far too long.

As we devour each other’s lips, forgetting about the entire world, our hands roam all over each other’s bodies, and my hardness rubs against her crotch. I’m throbbing for her inside my trousers.

As we break the kiss, she looks at me with desire in her eyes, her voice a sultry whisper, “Steve, take me as yours. I’ve longed for this moment.”

I respond, my voice husky with longing, “You’re mine, Grace, always have been.” I trail kisses down her neck, savouring the taste of her skin.

She arches her back, inviting me and moaning in ecstasy. After kissing every inch of her neck, I pull off her dress and hurl it before attacking her boobs.

As I bite her nipple and pinch the other one with my fingers, a sound of rapture escapes her mouth, and her hands clutch rose petals and silk sheets. I roughly squeeze her breasts before sucking on them and tasting her milk for the first time, eliciting moans from her as she grabs onto my hair.

God, I missed them so much!

I savour the moment because I’ve missed the softness of her skin and the delicate pink hue of her nipples. They will surely turn red because It has been over a year since I last tasted them, and I’m insatiable. And with her breasts having doubled in size because of lactation, it’s like the cherry on top of the cake.

In one swift motion, I unzip my pants and release myself before teasingly brushing against her.

“Please, fuck me, Steve.” She whispers as I continue to tease her, tapping my hardness on her wetness.

“First, I want to know how much you want me, love.” I continue rubbing myself against her, testing her patience.

“Steve, stop teasing me and fuck me.” She yells, sexually frustrated.

I pin her hands against the mattress and lean closer to her face. “This is a little punishment for staying away from me for eight months, Mrs Grey,” I murmur, fixing my intense gaze on her, and her eyes, filled with desire and frustration, lock onto mine.

Every time I move closer to her face, our lockets join with a soft snap sound.

She begs, “Please, don’t make me wait any longer, Steve. I have been dying to feel you inside me for so long.”

Listening to her pleas, a smug smile spreads across my face, and I change my mind, letting go of her hands. “Tell me you want it.” I grab her chin and command, my voice low and stern.

Her eyes meet mine with intensity. “I need you, Steve. Now.”

I finally position myself at her entrance, ready to plunge into her, and she closes her eyes in anticipation.

However, before I can enter inside her after long eight months, my phone buzzes.

“Fuck!! Why now?” She groans in frustration.

I speak, “I should check it. Maybe it’s Olivia.”

I’m equally frustrated, but it’s about our babies. They’re our first priority.

She nods, pouting. I peck on her lips and sit to take out my phone from my trousers pocket.

As expected, it’s Olivia.

“Hello. Is everything alright? How are twins?” I ask in a concerned tone, putting the phone on speaker.

“Mr. Grey, I’m sorry to disturb you, but the twins are hungry, and they’re getting fussy. I think you should come back.” She explains, her voice apologetic.

Grace and I exchange a glance of disappointment. It seems our intimate moment will have to be put on hold for the sake of our hungry twins.

“Alright, we’ll be there in a few minutes. Just try to soothe them for now.” I reply, hanging up and turning my attention back to Grace.

I tell her, “It’s a duty call, my love. Our little ones are hungry.”

She nods with a faint smile. “They come first. Let’s go to them.”

With a lingering kiss, we reluctantly disentangle ourselves and start getting dressed.

Before going downstairs, I kiss Grace again, grabbing her waist, and our pendants join together again, making me feel contented.

She equally responds as we both are craving each other. With a longing look, we finally break the kiss and come downstairs to our room.

We see our babies crying for their mommy’s milk, unaware that their daddy was having their milk upstairs.

I pick up my princess in my arms, and Grace takes Evan in her arms. Olivia leaves us alone, giving us some much-needed privacy.

“God! Steve, they both are so hungry,” Grace says in a worried tone while pulling up her top and trying to feed Evan, who is now showing tantrums, pushing her away with his tiny hands.

My little Giana is calm in my arms as I softly rock her.

Thank God! She’s not crying.

Finally, Evan starts drinking the milk, and I take Giana to the balcony while conversing with her. Every time I look into her innocent blue eyes, I fall for her even more. I never imagined I could fall in love with anyone’s eyes after Grace. However, my angel proved me wrong.

After feeding Evan, when Grace begins to feed Giana, I carefully position Evan against my shoulder, gently patting his back to make him burp. Our sexual cravings have become a forgettable business now.

A small stream of milk flows down his tiny mouth to my clothes, leaving me shocked and concerned.

Grace and I exchange worried glances as Evan coughs and cries in my arms.

“You’re alright, little camp.” I soothe him, rubbing his back, and my stomach pinches with tension.

“I’m so worried about him. Why did he suddenly puke?” I ask Grace, anxious.

She responds in a calm tone, “Maybe he drinks a bit too much.”

Our baby isn’t alright, he has just puked. How can Grace be so calm?

“I think I should contact the doctor.” As I utter, she chuckles, causing me to frown.

“Sometimes babies just spit up. It’s normal, Steve.” She reassures me, and I give her a nod, still worried about Evan.

Maybe I’m overthinking, but I just can’t stop worrying when something happens to my family, especially the twins. They are so fragile.

As he finally calms down in my arms, I take him to the changing table to clean him and change his onesie.

As I change Evan’s clothes with extra care, I talk to him in soothing tones.

“There you go, little one. All fresh now.” As I say, Evan responds with adorable gurgles, and I let out a sigh of relief.

I lean down and kiss his forehead, feeling glad because he seems fine now.

“Sorry, my baby. Daddy can’t cradle you right now because you threw up on him.” After holding Evan away from me, I bring him to Grace, who is still feeding Giana.

As I lie him down beside his mother, she caresses his cheek affectionately. “My baby, how are you?”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I respond, “He seems fine now.”

“I told you, Steve. It’s normal.” She says, still playing with Evan.

“You’re super mom.” As I lean down to kiss her, she pushes me away, startling me.

“Ew… Steve, you’re stinking.” She dramatically pinches her nose, glancing at the stain.

I chuckle at her adorable reaction, realising that I’m still covered in a small stream of milk from Evan’s spit-up. “Looks like I need to change too,” I remark, glancing down at my soiled shirt.

Grace laughs, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’ll take care of the babies while you freshen up,” she offers, gently rocking Giana in her arms as she finishes feeding her.

I leave after giving a last glance to my loving family.

***

I return from the bathroom and find Grace peacefully sleeping, holding both babies close to her chest. A smile graces my face at the heartwarming sight.

I approach them. “Sweet dreams, my loves.” I wish them, giving each of them a gentle kiss on the forehead.

After gently placing the babies in the bedside crib, I join Grace on the bed. I wrap my arms around her, and she snuggles closer, murmuring something funny in her sleep.

I chuckle and ask, “What’s that, my love?”

She mumbles a playful response, and I find it irresistibly cute.

I press my lips on her forehead. “I love you more than words can express, Grace. It feels like a dream to have you in my arms.” I whisper, pulling her closer to me with a contented smile on my face.

Spending the best day of my life, I doze off to a peaceful slumber, holding my world in my arms. Although Grace and I couldn’t get what we were yearning for, still it was a perfect day, filled with immense joy.