His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 109

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I woke up feeling something pressing onto my ass. Naturally, I pressed back.

When the sensation didn’t recede like I expected it to, my eyes fluttered

open.

Gabriel had gone for a shower last night just as soon as we entered his room, and in order to avoid the awkwardness I assumed would be there when he gets out, I laid down on the bed.

I fell asleep. No surprises there at all.

I woke up now, caged. My back was pressing onto Gabriel’s front, and his hand was over my torso.

His heavy hand was holding me subconsciously as he slept, and I froze, my breathing turning heavy.

We had fucked before. We had seen each other naked a few times now. But this for some reason seemed more intimate than that.

And then there was the fact that he had a hard–on, and it was pressing onto me just above my ass.

If my breathing wasn’t uneven earlier, it definitely turned now. I couldn’t comprehend how my body just reacted to his mere touch, because the second it processed- his hand around me and that erection pressing onto me, I could feeling myself getting turned on.

I tried wiggling out of the bed in order to get in the shower, but Alex’s grip was strong, as if he really was not letting me escape, even in his sleep. I somehow ended up pressing myself closer to his erection, and felt it getting harder.

I pursed my lips.

I had never been intimate enough with a guy to understand how this works, and with Alex, I liked every second of experimenting.

to get out of the bed I swear, but he just

breath fanning against my ear and his voice husky, making me freeze. “I would

arousal they cause in me, somehow gaining enough composure to reply, “I would stop moving if you just take your hand off me and

groans again, lazily taking his hand off

took his hand

I get out of the bed, giggling, running

and there was a knock on the door. “Open up,

“No,” I giggle.

Chapter 109

I will punish you.” His voice sounds more like a promise than a threat, and I bite my lower lip. Images of the last time he ‘punished me‘ made their way to me, his phantom touch lingering over my

every temptation in me wanted to open that door and let him fuck me senselessly, I reply, “I think

into the shower. I take my sweet time in his shower, which was so generic with a body wash that smelled oddly like him. I wash my hair too, taking even longer, till I was done and realise I had forgotten to take any

myself, I open the door to the walk–in wardrobe,

Fuck me.

No, fuck Alex.

He did this.

into the bedroom, biting my lower lip when I see him sitting shirtless on the bed in nothing but grey sweatpants, one that show the

hot. He knew that, I knew

cupcake,” Alex

hands shaking while holding the towel in place until

not taking my eyes off his captivating ones. He pulls me onto him, till my clit was right above

wet,” I murmur breathlessly, referring to my dripping

thing pushes against my clit, rubbing

he uses it to raise me till my neck was in front of his

I had not been so lost in his touch I would have noticed how he used his grip on me to turn out positions such that I was lying on the bed and he over me. He raises my hands above me to the bed post,

I realise it wasn’t his hands holding mine to the

had cuffed me to