Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

Grace’s P. O. V.

Blessed!

Having Steve in my life is absolutely a blessing. I still can’t believe he went ahead and made a studio for me. He’s truly a gem! How did I get so lucky to have him?

There have been times before when I’ve thought about getting back to work, but I never found the courage to do it. Now, with Steve by my side, I feel encouraged to pursue my passion again.

As I play with my two-month-old twins, I miss my husband. After our sex marathon in the studio, he left me craving for more. Yes, I’m still yearning for him, despite feeling so sore.

Today, he gave me exactly what I asked for, and even more. Just thinking about it gets me wet all over again.

Fuck! I can never get enough of my husband.

I glance at the time on my phone, counting down the minutes until he’s back in my arms. Each passing second feels like an eternity, but I know it’ll be worth the wait.

As I watch my babies coo and gurgle on the bed, I smile at their innocence. I gently pull their chubby cheeks, eliciting laughter from them. With each passing day, their cheeks seem to grow chubbier, making them even more adorable.

“Mama’s little Angels.” Leaning down, I shower their faces with kisses, which only makes them laugh louder. My heart melts at the sight of Giana’s tiny blue eyes. They make her look so beautiful.

“Mama loves your eyes so much, Giana,” I whisper, rubbing my nose against Giana’s and holding her tiny hands.

Evan lets out a cry, tugging at my hair in annoyance as if he’s upset because his Mama is giving all the attention to his sister.

Turning my attention to Evan, I coo, “Aww… my baby. Mumma loves you too. You’re so handsome and adorable. Your chubby cheeks are my favourite.” I place kisses all over his cheeks, tickling his tummy, and his laughter fills the room.

After lying beside them, I click a selfie of us and send it to Steve. He immediately sees the photo and replies.

Husband: Adorable! I’m so blessed to have you all.

I type the message, pouting.

Me: I’m missing you, husband.

Husband: I wish I could be there with you and the twins right now.

Me: You know, I can’t get over our today’s sexual encounters out of my mind. You were so fucking wild. I’m sore, but again dripping wet for you.

As I send him the message, I squeeze my legs shut, because I’m again aroused, recalling our passionate encounter in the studio.

Husband: Same here, Wifey! My dick is missing the tightness of your pussy.

Me: Fuck! When will you come back? I just want to have you inside me.

Husband: Unfortunately, I have a meeting in a few minutes. If I didn’t have, I would come back home and take you to the bathroom, pin you against the mirror wall, remove your clothes, spread your legs apart, and thrust deep into you while suppressing your moans with your bra.

Damn! What is he doing? He is making me even hornier and wetter.

Me: God, Steve, when did you become so lustful?

Husband: Since you entered my life, my longing and desire have only increased. You’re super hot and irresistible, but most importantly, you’re mine now. Your soul, your heart, your mind, your body-everything belongs to me now, and that thought makes me even hornier. I have the most desirable woman as my wife.

I swallow hard just reading his intense text.

Me: Your words are driving me crazy, husband.

Suddenly the twins’ laughter catches my attention and I glance at them. Evan lifts his tiny hands, trying to grab Giana’s onesie, while she responds with a burst of baby laughter, enjoying the attention of her brother. I smile at their antics before turning my attention to the phone again.

Husband: That’s the plan, Wifey. I want you to crave me every moment I’m not with you.

I blush, reading his text.

Me: Well, congratulations, because you’ve succeeded. I’m constantly thinking about you.

Husband: You know, when you were my temporary wife, the thought of you being with another man after divorcing me killed me deep inside. Sometimes I feel like killing every man you slept with.

Anyway, I had an idea from the beginning about his possessiveness. The way he didn’t let me get hooked on with any man after our contract marriage. But for the first time, he’s saying these words to me, and it’s blowing my mind.

Me: Fuck! Steve. Stop it. You’re turning me on even more with your possessiveness.

Husband: No, I won’t, Grace! I’m fucking angry right now thinking about how those men touched what belongs to me, only me!Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Me: Steve, please stop. Or else I have to come there right now.

Husband: No need! Because I’m coming to you.

My eyes widen in shock.

Me: What!!

Husband: Yes! Because I won’t get relief until I mark you as mine again.

Fuck! His possessiveness is driving me crazy. But he can’t come right now. He has a meeting, and I’m busy with the twins because Olivia isn’t well today. Although I want him to come and claim me as his again, I can’t ignore my babies.

I need to calm him down.

I immediately start recording a voice message. “Baby, calm down. Those were just one-night stands. I didn’t even remember anybody. I know you weren’t my first, but you’re my last. And what I feel about you is beyond words. You’re my life.”

I let out a sigh after sending him the recording.

Husband: But they touched you, Grace. They had their hands all over you, and it drives me insane just thinking about it.

Damn! His possessiveness. I like it. But I need to handle him.

Me: I can completely understand you, baby. But they were just fleeting moments, meaningless encounters compared to what we share. You’re the only one who truly matters to me.

Husband: I know, I’m sorry. It’s just… I can’t help but feel possessive when it comes to you.

As I type the reply, a smirk plays on my lips.

Me: Don’t be sorry, because I love that about you. My husband, you become hotter when you act all possessive.

Husband: You think so? Maybe I should remind you just who you belong to.

Now I can feel he’s no more angry. He’s in a fun mood again.

Me: Oh, really? And how would you do that?

Husband: Well, I could start by coming home right now and showing you exactly how much you mean to me.

Me: As much as I would love that, husband, I think we both know that’s not possible right now. You have your meeting, and I need to take care of the twins.

Husband: I know, Wifey. I’ll wait until I get home to remind you of who you belong to.

Me: I’ll be waiting for you, baby. Just hurry back to me.

Husband: I will, Wifey. I love you.

Me: I love you too, Steve, always.

With a smile, I set my phone aside and focus my attention back on my little ones.

***

Steve’s P. O. V.

It’s late at night, I’m returning home, sitting in the backseat of my car. I wanted to reach home early today, but the work kept me busy today.

Grace drives me crazy. She takes good, bad, every side out of me. I can’t even express in words what I felt when I was chatting with her on the phone. It fucking drives me insane when I think about the men she had slept with.

I clench my hands again, feeling the anger rise within me at the mere thought of Grace being with someone else, even in the past as well. It’s irrational, I know, but I can’t help it. She’s mine, and the idea of anyone else touching her makes my blood boil.

I again listen to Grace’s voice recording to calm down myself. “Baby, calm down. Those were just one-night stands. I didn’t even remember anybody. I know you weren’t my first, but you’re my last. And what I feel about you is beyond words. You’re my life.”

Her soothing voice instantly calms the storm raging inside me. Her voice, her words. They have this calming effect on me. I can’t explain. It’s like she has this power over me, a power that I willingly surrender to.

As the car pulls up to my mansion, I step out and make my way inside, my mind still consumed with thoughts of Grace and our conversation. I can’t wait to see her, to pull her into a tight embrace, and remind her she belongs to me, in my arms.

I step into my room and a smile flashes on my face, seeing my lifelines sleeping peacefully. My little bundles of joy are sleeping on their Mama’s chest. I think Grace fell asleep while putting them to sleep.

After dropping my coat on the sofa and folding my shirt sleeves, I approach them. I kiss Grace’s forehead before kissing the twins’. A contented smile doesn’t leave when I look at my babies. They’re so precious, and I’ll do anything to keep them and Grace safe.

I carefully lay them in the crib before heading to the bathroom to get fresh.

As I lie down, hugging Grace from behind, she murmurs in sleep, “Steve, you came from the office?”

I pull her closer to me and nuzzle her hair. “Yes, my love. I’m back to home.”

Back in her arms! My home!