His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 125
Alex’s eyes set on me like he was a predator when we get back to Ritz, in a honeymoon suite that was bigger than the rooms in
Alex’s house, and those were huge.
There were candles and petals on the bed with a wine on the table in an old fashion honeymoon manner, and my heart thumps
faster because of it.
Thad decided there would be no sex because of the way we got married, I was still mad at him, but with the way Alex Kissed me,
I forgot every last thought in my head.
Only he remained, along with the desire for more.
So, I didn’t refuse when we he pinned me to the wall the moment we entered, and then his lips were on mine again.
I was Alex’s first kiss, I was his first.
I groaned when he pulls away, and a chuckle escapes his lips. “Wife.”
“Husband.” The words feel foreign, unfamiliar, but send a tingling sensation all the way to my stomach.
“Did I mention how breathtaking you look in your dress?” He kisses my cheek, and then my jaw.
“How-how did you find the scrapbook?” I breathlessly ask, trying to still keep my eyes on him.
“In your wardrobe the day I sent someone to collect your lingerie.” His eyes darkened, “You have a nice collection, by the way.”
Heat rises to my cheeks. “Did you pick out the one I wore today?” I found it with the dress.
“No, Lana did,” he replies, “I couldn’t spoil the surprise for me now, could 17”
I blush at the thought of Lana picking out lingerie for me knowing exactly what was going to happen tonight.
“Are
you going to let me touch you, Mia?” He murmurs, kissing the top of my ear lobe and I inhale a shaky breath.
One last time, I promise myself as arousal coats my lace panties.
“Are you going to come for me like a good wife?” He mumbles, and I was a goner.
His hands hastily undo my wedding dress.
“Careful,” I manage to mutter while his lips trail down my neck.
“You should be grateful I’m not ripping it into halves. I’m not a patient man when it comes to what’s mine, Mia,” he
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says, and then his lips are on mine again, kissing the hell out of me.
The dress pools down stiffly by my knees and feet, and when Alex pulls away to look at me, his gaze darkens considerably.
Redness spreads across my neck and cheek,
He holds my waist and jerks me upwards with my back arched against the wall, my thighs wrapping around him,

“You’re a f**g witch,” He mumbles while his hand unclasps my bra. “My witch” He kisses my collar bone and shoulder. “My
temptress.” My hand finds its way into his hair while the other one uses his shoulder for support. “MAY wife,”
I was a goner,
Every time he called me his wife, desire arose in me a little more,
When his erection rubbed against me- I hadn’t even noticed he had removed his own clothes while kissing me earlier I felt like I
was going to come right there and then.
Just one touch, one shove, even just the tip, and I would be done for.
His shaft rubs against my opening despite the underwear separating it while his mouth tortures my hard nipples.
“Oh, Alex!” I cry out when he sucks it, everything long forgotten.
He was engaged to Hannah? Forgotten. He had threatened Jenny’s life to marry me? Forgotten, I was supposed to hate him?
Forgotten.
All that mattered was the man in front of me devouring me like I was his favourite feast.
My husband,
I moan his name and that just turns him on more, his erection becoming harder in front of my entrance before he f**ks me right
there against the wall adjacent to the entrance of our room.
We never made it to the bed, not the first time any way.
Like I predicted, I was a goner the moment he entered me, and I somehow still lasted ten full strokes before I called his name
and came all over his d**k.
He o**ed inside me not long after, and I knew that the feelings were returned.
He was just as desperate for me as I was for him.
He then carried me inside to the bed where he f**d me while looking at me, making sure I knew with every
thrust that I was his wife and I would be till the last breath we both live, and just when I was exhausted from my second o***
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He wanted to claim my a** too, and I had to plead him to stop.
So he did, preparing me a warm bath, carrying me and placing me in the tub over him. He brought wine too, but I was too
exhausted after three shattering o**ms so I fell asleep in his lap while still the water, and woke up not long later with his thumb
flickering my nipples and his d**k hard under my **.
So he f**d me for the fourth time in the shower, and when he was still not satiated, I demanded compensation if he wanted to f**k
me again. So he let me ride him for the first time ever, giving up his beloved control.
Every time I thought he was done, he wasn’t.
He wanted more, which was not a problem, because I wanted it just as much.

I wanted every part of him and I wanted to give him every part of me.
I slept caged in his arms that night, naked and satiated, every thought and anger and hatred forgotten, every pending argument
left for the next day. I had everything that mattered to me in this world next to me, and I hated how despite all the cruel and
torturous things he had done, my heart still only beat for him.
The man I loved. Now, my husband.