His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 15

SOFIA

My head throbbed. It wasn’t so much of a hangover as much as it was being woken from deep sleep with the banging noise, but there was a certain relief looking at the man standing in front of me.

I’m home,” He says, his expression a little weird, all his initial anger having faded away.

“Okay” I replied softly, and then yawned again.

“You reek of alcohol, he commented.

I blinked. Did he just wake me up to let me know he’s home and have a basic conversation with me? “Do I?” I asked, breathing my clothes. I had showered, and I wasn’t smelling of alcohol.

“Hm,” he nodded, leaning on the door frame. “Drinking alone?”

“No. I went out with friends.

He c*cked an eyebrow. “Friends”

I nodded.

I thought he would ask where I suddenly got new friends from, but instead, he asked: “Friends as in plural?”

“Yes, plural. As in two. Eyebrows narrowed, I stared at him. What was going on? What was this line of questioning?

“Okay.”

“Okay.” I repeated. In the days he was gone, I spent a lot of time wondering how it would be like when he came back and the first time we talked after our kiss… but I hadn’t imagined this.

He stayed silent, and it didn’t seem like he wanted to say anything further. “Um,” I hesitated, “So, goodnight?”

“No.” He shook his head, straightening up and taking a step into my room.

pyjamas, but at least they didn’t happen to be tiny shorts like

took reflexive steps back while still facing him, and he just walked in further. “Did you like

“What?”

front of his chest. “I kissed you, Freckles.

in surprise and I didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered from my

remembered

top, trying not

as he took a step

nervous. He

I’m looking at you, Freckles.” His voice

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on either side, his thumb drawing circles on my bare skin. I shivered under

gulped, biting my lower lip, bobbing my head in

to kiss

My breath hitched.

I was gone? Did you think

my waist, holding me closer, his left hand makes its way to my skin, tucking lose tresses of my hair behind my car and then letting his thumb trace the freckles under my cheek, all the way to

my

Freckles. Tell me if you want

could feel the slavers down my spine, the wetness below, his touch driving every sense in me

did you

I mumbled, “And

his touch on my skin. My

smirked. “Because that’s all I thought about too- the kiss and

my eyes and tip toeing, I met him midway. I placed my lips on his, holding his face, one of my hands slipping into his hair to pull him further

tasted the same he has that

from my waist to my a*s, giving it a squeeze and then staying there, his fingers dangerously close. to my inner thigh. If he slipped his hand a little inside, he’d find me wet. So wet, for

gasped when he pulled me on top of him after sitting on the edge

kiss me. I wanted to touch me. Everywhere, all at once. I wanted him. Inside me.