Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

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With each passing day, I’m healing more and more with Steve’s love. This time, I’m growing stronger and more courageous than ever before because of his love. I’m not alone this time, and I know that if I ever falter, he’ll be there for me.

He also helped me understand that being weak is not a flaw; it’s just a sign that we’re all human. It’s a moment to lean on the strength of those who care about us.

Deep inside, I’m still frightened because one of the bastards who tried to rape me is still roaming free, and he can attack me or my family again at any time. However, I’m taking self-defence classes, so if he ever comes in front of me, I won’t let him lay a finger on me. I’ll kill him.

Steve’s father has stopped taunting me since he learned about my past. However, he still isn’t ready to forgive me wholeheartedly.

Twins are now two months old, and they’re becoming chubby bundles of joy. Evan is always reaching out to touch everything within his tiny grasp, and Giana’s curious eyes explore the world around her. Their laughter echoes through the house. As a mother, watching them grow is a source of immense happiness.

I never thought that I would be so satisfied to have a small family of my own. I was a woman who wanted to explore the world alone, make vlogs, and sleep with any random guy who I found attractive.

Life changed me. Steve changed me. The marriage contract with Steve completely transformed me. And now I’m blessed to have him, our family, and the peaceful life we’re creating together.

Our little family has shown me that home isn’t just about the walls around us. It’s a place filled with peace, love, and understanding.

In the morning, I wonder about my life, gazing at my handsome husband and our adorable twins who are sleeping between us.

As Steve stirs and opens his eyes, his gaze meets mine with a warmth that makes my heart flutter. A smile graces his lips as he realises I’m already awake, lost in him.

“Morning, Wifey,” he whispers, lifting his hand to caress my cheek. Every time his finger touches my skin, my body shivers.

“Morning, husband,” I reply, holding his hand and kissing his knuckles.

He shifts his gaze towards the twins, who are soundly sleeping between us, and kisses their forehead.

“Damn… I just can’t take the last night out of my mind. You were so wild, Wifey.” He lies down, resting his head on his entwined fingers, and I blush at his comment.

“Well, I was so wet for you last night, and the twins weren’t sleeping. So the wait was driving me crazy.”

He chuckles at my words. “But the wait was worth it. Recalling how you pushed me on the sofa, straddled me and rode me last night like a wildcat, I’m getting hard again.”

He looks at me with his eyes filled with profound desire, and I climb down the bed and reach to his side without wasting a single second.

“I’m all ready to please you again, my husband,” I murmur, kneeling on the floor and pulling off his comforter, and he stares at me in anticipation.

As I pull down his boxers, his hard dick springs out. I lean in and take him into my mouth without hesitation, and he grabs my hair and lets out a low groan of pleasure. I use my tongue to explore every inch of him, savouring the taste and feeling the power I have over him at this moment.

His hands grip the sheets tightly as I continue to work my magic, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. I can feel his body trembling with desire as I increase the intensity, taking him deeper into my mouth. The sound of his moans fills the room, making me wetter and wetter.

As I continue to pleasure him, his hands find their way to my head, guiding me and urging me on. The only sounds that fill the room are our ragged breaths and the wet, rhythmic movements of my mouth. I’m completely focused on him, on giving him the ultimate pleasure he deserves. My husband truly deserves all of it.

“Stop right now, because I want to cum when I’m buried deep inside you.” I immediately stop, listening to his words.

As I take him out of my mouth, he rises from the bed with a smirk on his face before pushing me to the floor. With a swift motion, he comes over to me, lifts my night gown, and pulls off my undies.

Brushing my lips with his thumbs, he whispers, “Your screams always disturb our twins’ sleep, and now I have finally found a way to keep your mouth shut, Wifey.” He grinds himself against my wetness, driving me crazy, keeping his intense gaze fixed on me.

I’m not interested in anything right now. I just want him to fuck me, hard and raw.

“Just fuck me, Mr-” he shushes me, stuffing my wet undies into my mouth, causing my eyes to widen in surprise.

Fuck! I didn’t think that he would ever do something like this. But it’s quite erotic and arousing me more.

“Although I love to hear your moans, Grace. Right now, I don’t have another option because I don’t want you to wake up our babies. Do you like my idea of silencing you?” As he asks with mischievous in his eyes, I nod, my eyes filled with desire and anticipation.

I fucking love it. It’s taking my desire to another level.

He wastes no time and positions himself at my entrance before slowly sliding inside me. I grab his hair and moan through the fabric of my gag; the sensation overwhelming me. He moves with a rhythm that drives me to the edge of pleasure, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

Our bodies move together in a passionate dance, the intensity building with every thrust. The muffled sounds of our pleasure mix with the sound of our bodies colliding, creating an intoxicating symphony of desire. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with need.

But just as I’m about to reach my peak, he pulls out, leaving me desperate and yearning for more.

His eyes lock with mine, filled with hunger. “I want to savour this moment,” he whispers, his voice husky with desire.

I whimper in frustration, but I trust him completely. I know he’ll bring me to the edge and beyond. He kisses me passionately, his lips hungry and demanding. Then, without delay, he flips me onto my stomach, positioning himself at my entrance once again.

He enters me with a force that takes my breath away, and I cry out in pleasure, my sound muffled by my undies. He thrusts into me relentlessly, his movements becoming more hard and vigorous.

I clench my hands as waves of pleasure crash over me. I lose myself at the moment, completely surrendering to the pleasure he’s giving me. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge, until finally, I shatter into a million pieces, my body convulsing with ecstasy.

Fuck! He is so damn good. I never get enough of him.

***

As I sit on the sofa, stabbing the knife into the picture of that bastard printed in the newspaper, a surge of anger and determination courses through me.

The memory of what he tried to do to me, the fear and trauma he inflicted, fuels my rage.

I envision his face contorted in pain, begging for mercy, just as he had made me beg. But this time, I won’t be the victim. This time, I’ll fight back with everything I have.

With each stab of the knife, I release a little of the bottled-up anger and fear that has been haunting me. It’s a release, a way to reclaim my power and myself.

When Steve emerges from the washroom, he finds me sitting there, tears streaming down my face but with a fierce determination in my eyes. He rushes to my side, concerned etched on his face.

“Love, what’s wrong?” He asks, taking my hand in his.

I look up at him, my gaze resolute. “I’m done being afraid. Steve, I won’t let that bastard control me anymore. I’m going to fight back, and this time, I won’t hold anything back.” I rip his picture with the knife, my eyes scorching with rage.

His eyes widen in surprise, but then a look of pride and admiration crosses his face. “Wow! So my devil Grace is back.”

I nod with an evil smile. “Devil for the world, and angel for you and our babies.”

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close with a proud smile on his face. “I’ve always known how strong you are, Grace. You’re a fighter, and nothing can break you.”

His words wash over me like a soothing balm, reaffirming my resolve. With Steve by my side, I feel invincible, ready to face whatever challenges come my way.