Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

Steve’s P. O. V.

Two Months Later

It’s been four months now since Grace has returned to my life and the twins’ arrival. Time passes quickly, yet every moment feels like a precious gift.

Despite the sleepless nights and endless diaper changes, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than by Grace’s side. We have never been happier. Our relationship has grown stronger with each passing day, and I fall more in love with her with every smile, every laugh, and every tender and passionate moment we share.

I have never asked more than this from God-to have Grace back in my life, to have our beautiful twins, and to experience the joy and fulfilment of family life.

Grace and I are sitting in the car backseat, on our way to her first photoshoot after her one-year break. The photo shoot is for my company’s product because now she is the brand ambassador.

I catch her stealing glances at her reflection in the car window. Her fingers tap anxiously on her lap.

“Are you okay, Grace?” I ask, gently brushing a stray hair from her face.

She hesitates for a moment before speaking. “Steve, am I being selfish for leaving the twins at home? I feel guilty for pursuing my passion when they need me. I don’t want to become a selfish woman like I was before.”

She’s been such an amazing mother, always putting our babies’ needs first, and I understand her concerns.

I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close. “No, Grace, you’re not being selfish. You need to follow your dreams and pursue your passion.” I continue, caressing her arm. “You’re not just a mother, you’re a woman with talents and aspirations, and you deserve to pursue them.”

She frets, “But what if something happens to them while we’re away?”

I can understand her concerns because that’s the thought that disturbs me as well. The person who snatched her happiness in her childhood is free now, and we have no clue what he is planning. What will be his next move? I’m not worried about myself; I’m worried about Grace and our babies. Although our house is fully secured, the uncertainty is still there. Anything can happen.

However, we can’t stop living our lives because of that bastard.

I cup her face in my hands, meeting her gaze with reassurance. “Grace, you are the best mother our children could ever have. You’ve already proven it.” I press a kiss on her forehead. “And besides, our house is fully secured, and Olivia and Dad will take care of them. They’ll be in good hands”

“I just can’t stop worrying about them.” She sighs.

I take her hand in mine. “It’s your first shoot after the break. That’s why I’m coming with you. And in the future, when you’re busy with work, I’ll be here to take care of the twins.”

Grace rests her head on my chest. “Steve, Olivia is a great nanny, but you know that I just can’t trust anybody when it comes to our kids.”

“I know, Love,” I reply, pressing a kiss to her head. “But Zara will also be there today. She’ll take care of the twins.”

Her eyes light up at the mention of Zara. “Yeah, I can only trust her. The babies are always happy with her. She’s such a wonderful woman.”

Zara comes to meet Giana and Evan after every few days, and her bond with them is undeniable. Twins become cranky when somebody holds them except us, but surprisingly they calm down in Zara’s arms. It’s a relief knowing that they’re in excellent hands while we’re away.

***

As the photoshoot progresses in the garden, I stand leaning against a tree, my hands are in my pocket and my eyes covered with sunglasses are fixed on my wife. The way the sunlight dances on her skin, the way her soft curled hair cascades down her back, she looks absolutely breathtaking. She is clad in a white dress, and the straps of it are knotted perfectly on her shoulders.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

She strikes poses with effortless grace and beauty that nobody can say that her hands were trembling with nervousness a few minutes back, and I was trying my best to encourage her.

I knew she would kill it like always, but her nervousness was also justified because today was her first photoshoot after a long one-year break.

As she strikes a sexy pose, showing her bare leg from the cut of her dress, I feel a surge of desire. I want to stop this photoshoot right now, throw everyone out, bend her over a tree, and fuck her.

My heart swells with pride as I watch her effortlessly command the attention of everyone around her. But beneath the surface of admiration lies a simmering possessiveness. The way the other men look at her, with hunger in their eyes, ignites a fire in me. I can’t bear anyone looking at her like this.

Grace looks at me and gives me a smile. I smile back, my hands clench into fists at my sides as I struggle to control my possessiveness. She’s mine, and I want the world to know it.

“They can only watch her, but I can do a lot of things with her because she is my wife. She’s mine.” I remind myself, trying to calm the raging fire within me.

The jealousy threatens to consume me as I watch the photographer’s gaze linger a moment too long on her curves, the makeup artist’s hands grazing her skin a touch too intimately.

Fuck! I can’t take it anymore. I need to show them right now that she belongs to me. No one, literally not a single man, can look at her in that manner.

Without a second thought, I stride towards her, taking off my sunglasses. I reach her just as the photographer is about to take another shot, and I don’t wait a single second to grab her waist and yank her to me, leaving everyone in shock.

The look of surprise on Grace’s face is quickly replaced by one of pure desire as our lips meet in a searing kiss.

“I just wanted to show them whom you belong to, Wifey,” I whisper huskily against her lips, my hands clutching her waist possessively.

Grace’s response is a soft, breathy murmur that sends shivers down my spine. “That’s hot. I like it when you act all possessive, husband.” She smirks, her eyes smouldering with desire as she leans in to capture my lips in another heated kiss.

A low moan escapes her lips as I bite her lower lip, and her fingers tangle in my hair as the passion between us ignites. This is where she belongs, in my arms, and I’ll do whatever it takes to remind everyone of that fact.

As I return to my spot against the tree, the shoot resumes, but this time, nobody is looking at Grace in that manner.

Amazing!

Mission accomplished!

Good job, Mr Grey!

I watch Grace with a proud smile on my face as she strikes poses. She’s not just a pretty face; she’s strong, talented, and incredibly resilient. And seeing her shine like this, doing what she loves, fills me with an overwhelming joy.

As the photographer calls it a wrap, Grace walks over to me with a playful glint in her eyes.

“You certainly know how to make a statement, Steve.” She teases, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I chuckle, pulling her close to me by her buttocks. “I couldn’t stand seeing those guys gawking at you. You belong to me, and I wanted to make sure they knew it.”

She smiles, her eyes sparkling with love and affection. “I love it when you get all possessive, Mr Grey. It’s incredibly sexy.”

I press a gentle kiss to her lips, savouring the taste of her sweetness. “You love everything about me, Love.”

“Yes, baby,” she murmurs as I rest my forehead on hers. “Your wildness, your sweetness, your possessiveness, your protectiveness, I just fucking love everything about you. You drive me crazy.”

***

Grace lies on the mat, placing her head on my lap, our hands playing with each other’s hair, and our eyes locked. We’re still in the garden, savouring this precious alone time, accompanied by some delicious wine and snacks.

We had initially planned to leave right after the shoot, but when I talked to Zara on a video call and found out that the twins were napping, I urged Grace to stay with me here. We’ve been so caught up with work and taking care of the twins recently that we haven’t had much alone time together, so I didn’t want to let this chance slip away.

“Steve.”

“Yes, baby.”

“The photographer was quite handsome.” As she teases me, my eyes darken and my hand stops caressing her hair.

After taking a sip of wine from the glass, I lean in and capture her lips in a punishing kiss, biting her lips.

“You love to tease me. Right, Wifey?” I ask, breaking the kiss.

“I’m not teasing you. Steve, I’m telling the truth.” Her words burn my heart. I know she’s just teasing me, but I can’t bear the thought of her entertaining someone else in her mind.

Coming above her, as I pin her hands against the mat, the glass of wine falls. But who cares about it right now?

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, Mrs Grey?” I ask her, moving dangerously close to her face.

“What?” She asks, acting innocent.

Her innocent act only fuels the fire burning within me. I can see the mischievous glint in her eyes, and it both infuriates and excites me.

I gaze into her eyes, my voice low and intense. “You’re igniting a fire of possessiveness inside me which will burn you.” I can feel her chest rising and falling against mine.

“You already know, husband, from the beginning, I like to play with the fire.” She gives me a mischievous wink.

“I’ll make sure today I’ll be etched into your mind, your soul, your heart, your very being.” After moving closer to her ear, I whisper, “I’m going to remind you who you belong to, over and over again until there’s no doubt left in your mind.”

“Please do-” Before she can complete her sentence, a scream claws up her throat as I bite her neck, making sure to leave a mark there.

I reach to her shoulder, biting all over her neck, and clutching her hands. In haste, I open the knot of her dress strap with my teeth as my hands have still pinned her hands against the mat.

After leaving marks on her shoulders, I flip her on her front and bind her hands behind her back with my tie.

I raise her dress to her waist. “You deserve a good spanking for teasing your husband, right?” I ask, fondling her round buttocks. They nestle perfectly in my hands, as if custom-made to fit my grasp.

“I wasn’t-” As the sound of my hands landing on her skin echoes, a moan escapes her mouth.

“Still, you’re lying to me.” Smack. “And acting innocent.” Smack. Smack. “You are.” Smack. “Unbelievable.” Smack. “But don’t worry, I’ll make you spit out the truth.”

After giving her a last few spanks, as I unbutton my jeans and pull them down, my hard membrane springs out. I yank down her undies before grinding myself against her hips.

She implores, “Steve… please…”

What does she think? I’ll give her what she wants so easily, even after she has crossed all the limits of teasing me. Not at all.

I can’t tolerate her teasing, especially when she involves another man in it. Now I’ll make sure to remind her to whom she belongs.