His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 16
I had thought of running my hands through Gabriel’a chest so many times, that when I was actually doing it, it seemed unreal.
His abs were more perfect than even my imagination, and they were all I could focus on while he kissed me, making him smirk
when he pulled away.
“You like my body. Freckles?”
My checks flushed making him laugh as he raised my tank top over my head, removing it completely.
His
cyes darkened. “You’re not wearing a bra.”
“No girl wears a bra when she sleeps,” I feebly mumble, but I had a feeling he didn’t listen any way with the way he was staring
at my boobs so intensely.
“F*ck, you’re pretty.” He murmured before coming closer and kissing me again, a more feathery kiss, pulling back.
“Touch me, Gabriel. It was almost embarrassing to ask, and he still didn’t comply.
“I want to do way more than touch you, Freckles.” He said between kisses, his kisses trailing downwards from my lips to my neck
as I tilted my head upwards to position better for him, and his free hand grabbed my left boob till he trailed kisses all the way
down, taking my right boob into his mouth.
“F*ck” I groaned when he sucked my nipple, while his hand squeezed my other boob, his fingers pinching and flicking my nipple.
He left my boob only to come back up to kiss me, leaving me wanting more when his hands trailed downwards, entering my
pyjamas to squeeze my a*s without removing them.
I didn’t remember what underwear I was wearing, but he didn’t even bother removing the pyjamas. He slipped his hand inside
both of them to squeeze my *ss, one of his fingers slipping ahead.
‘Oh, you’re so wet.”
“Mh-hm.” He stopped kissing me, and I didn’t care. I threw my head backwards, eyes shutting when the slight tip of his index
finger brushed against my cl’t while he felt how wet I was

“Why are you wet,
freckles?”
I gasped when his index finger entered me without a warning, the sudden jolt of pleasure and pain making me knees shake
“Look at me,” he demanded, forcing me to open my eyes and look into his, “Why are you wet?”
“For... For you.”
“Say it again. Louder.”
“I’m wet for you,” I repeated between pants, trying to keep my breath steady while the tip of his index finger still remained inside
me.
“Good girl.” He smirked, “You want more?”
I nodded hastily, wanting to push myself down to feel his finger upwards. I didn’t have to, because he dug his finger higher up,
then moving it slowly.
“Don’t stop. F*ck. God. Please don’t stop.”.
“Not
of God. Me. Take my name, Freckles.”
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Chapter 16
“Gabriel, please don’t stop was begging. I would’ve found it embarrassing, if I hadn’t wanted him to finger me so badly. But in
that moment, all I could think of was his finger inside me and I wanted more of it so desperately that I would’ve gotten on my
knees if he asked me to.
He didn’t stop.

He was demanding, dominating, and experienced. Every time I moaned his name, he moved his finger faster, eventually putting
a second one inside. His free hand played with my boobs and his lips alternated between kissing my lips and leaving. trail kisses
and bite marks around my neck, his hand leaving my boobs only to hold my waist when my legs started shaking to the point
where I couldn’t even stand anymore. I was shaking and trembling in pleasure while begging and moaning his name, and despite
the low temperatures around us. I was sweaty by the time I reached my climax.
“Gabe- Gabriel,” I could barely speak, I was so out of breath, “I want to- I need to...”
“Come?” He finished the sentence for me and I nodded while grunting, the pressure building inside me.
“You can come, freckles.
“F*ck.” I groaned when he pulled his fingers out and I came, all over his hand.
I took total support of the wall closing my eyes while I felt my entire body go weak even while jolting with pleasure, my hair a
mess, my body sticky as I tried desperately to catch some breath realising like what a mess I looked with my top on the
carpeted floor and my pyjamas slightly downwards since Cabrie put his hand inside without removing it.
I would’ve loved to look more attractive if I had known this was the night I would be half naked in front of my very hot husband,
but somehow the mess I was had also managed to turn him on if the bulge in his pants was any indication.
I opened my eyes to Gabriel staring straight at me with a satisfied but still smug look on his face, and my cheeks reddened while
I refused to meet his eye.
“Freckles? Look at me. He called me and gulping. I hesitantly did as he asked.
His voice was low, just a whisper. “I’m going to need you to remember how you were taking my name just minutes ago, and how
you were shaking and trembling as I held you tonight. Can you do that?”
“Remember it..” My breath was still shaky. “Why?”
“When I told you I wasn’t sleeping with other women, if it wasn’t clear what I meant to say, I will say it for you this one time.. You
are not allowed to sleep with any other man either,” He demanded, his eyes dark and holding an emotion I coul quite recognise.
“So I need you to remember how I made you come all over my fingers, and that when you need this, you come to me. When you
need more than this, you come to me. You need anything at all, and I am the man you come to.”

“I don’t share what belongs to me, Sofia,” He growled, “And for the next five months, that includes you.”
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