Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 70.

Chapter 70: 70.

When he finally thrusts his throbbing member inside me, I feel my whole world melt like snow under heat. On on his on the smooth marbled floor, in the middle of my legs his thrusts started out vehemently and rough but then when I thought he was going to keep up that pace, he slowed down and moved gently, like a calm wave in the ocean and the sensation I’m feeling is nothing like anything I’ve ever felt before.

My knees curl up and my body vibrates again and again, sweet shivering ecstasy takes me again and again as his thrusts continue, coaxing me to give myself to him in a feverish surrender.

I’ve never known anything like this. I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve never known anyone like Duke.

He’s kissing and thrusting at the very same time, while still touching me there with his fingers. It’s like he’s doing a million things to my body at the same time and all I can do is moan louder and louder lewdly and without any ounce of shame.

Calling out his name again and again, screaming it at the top of my voice, sometimes telling him to stop, because it’s too sweet and other times telling him to do me more.

"Urgh, Pagne." The way he says my name as he makes love to me is so erotic and lovely. I want to hear him say it again and again.

"Aw, aww, awwwhh," I cry out as my entire body lifts off the ground, vibrating and trembling as my whole world goes blank and dark for a moment and I feel that sweet rush flow out of me and my body hits the ground again. He hugs me body and keeps on thrusting, then he hugs me tighter, "ughh, fuck!" He bites into my neck as his body stiffens and I feel something hot fill my insides.

And for a moment, my head goes back to the fact that I can no longer have children. And I wonder where his release will go inside me. Foolish thoughts...

Duke remains inside and atop for a little while longer before sliding to the side but with me still in his arms.

Our breathing slowly syncs, slowly coming to a normal pace.

And as I lay on the ground in his arms, looking up at the ceiling, my heart still racing happily and fulfilled, the realization hits me...

What we just did was love. I don’t feel guilty like my first with Rowan, neither does it feel like a must-do...

Now I know the difference. With Rowan, all we’d been doing

was plain, raw sex. Just going at it like dogs with no emotions in between.

I was the only one with any sort of emotions in the relationship. And at that time I didn’t realize it. He was my first, and while we were married he was the only one. So I believed that was how it was done. I believed I enjoyed it then.

However, now I’ve tasted someone new, someone better, someone who loves me as much as I love him_ Maybe even more than I do. And now I know the difference.

With Rowan, it was sex. It had always been sex. He probably just used me to pass time.

But with Duke... We just made love.

"Duke—"

"Hmm?" Even the way he hums a response is sensual. Coupled with how he’s lazily stroking strands of my hair, it all just feels so—

"I just realized that this is the first time I’m making love." I confess. "Thank you, for making love to me."

—so right.

"It’s the first for me too, dearest." I instantly turn my head to stare into his eyes. What’s he talking about?

"Hahaaa," He laughs and bumps my nose with his finger, "I can see what you are thinking, Pagne. What I’m trying to say is I’ve had sex with women before. However," His hand playing on my hair moves to my face.

"Never have I worshiped anyone’s body the way I have done yours today." Oh, he sure knows how to make a woman swoon like a fool.

"Although, I was in such a hurry that I didn’t really reverence and adore your body the way I had intended to do for our first time." He murmurs and I giggle as I wonder how much more adoration could he possibly mean to give to my body?

I mean this was more than I had expected already, could he possibly top it?

"Pagne dearest, I have never loved any the way I’ve loved you tonight. That’s why it’s my first too." He concludes.

I drag in a deep breath and snuggle into his arms"I’m happy." I say with a kiss on his chest.

"I’m happy that we’re each other’s first." I really am. Not like I would have had a problem otherwise. I’m just happy that even though we’re not each other’s first sex partners, we’re each other’s first partners when it comes to making love. I don’t know why the thought fills me with some sense of companionship.

"How are you feeling now?" He asks while drawing lazy lines at the small of my back.

I snuggle into his body again before asking, "You mean about the hysterectomy?"

"hm"

"I hate Rowan and Alicia." I really do. "No... I loathe them. And it’s still hard for me to accept what they did to me." The more I think about it, the more unbelievable it seems.

What sort of hatred would have pushed her to do something like that to me? And what sort of love could have pushed Rowan to do everything she asked of him?

"But_ I don’t want to think about it anymore tonight." I really don’t. It only ruins my entire demeanor and brings tears to my eyes. I hate it.

"Alright." He places a kiss on my head. "Whatever you decide, I’ll back you up." I know he will, and I’m so grateful to have him by my side.

When I first found out about Rowan’s involvement with my cousin, I never would have guessed that I could find someone new so quickly, more or less get back on my feet and fall in love so fast.

I’m so happy I met Duke.

I wonder how I would have handled life without him. Imagine he wasn’t there for me that night, I would have been run over by that truck and been long dead by now.

Then imagine someone else did save me... Okay let’s even imagine that he was still the one who saved me that night, but he didn’t wait with me in the hospital, he had walked away. Imagine he had never proposed marriage.

I never would have met the twins, neither would I have met Alan and the rest of his family.

I never would have tasted happiness and I would probably be struggling miserably by now trying to get back on my feet.

Worst thing, imagine he wasn’t there when I found out about this hysterectomy. Imagine I was all alone in an empty room, crying with no hope of someone coming to my rescue, of someone coming to hug me and tell me everything was going to be okay.

I’m so happy Duke found me. And I’m happy he introduced me to his family. I’m even more grateful that they all treat me kindly.

Imagine I didn’t have Alan to escort me to see Rowan, and had I gone alone, I would have broken down without anyone to lift me up and pull me out of that place. God have mercy but I wanted to smash that bastard’s face into a wall and just—

"Oh, Duke," I suddenly remember.

"Hmm?"

I twist and turn in his arms until I am laying on my side with my elbows pressed on the ground and my head resting on my knuckles, "It was you wasn’t it?" I ask with a smirk.

"You and Alan did that to Rowan." I raise a brow and he rolls his eyes as he also rests on his side in the same pose as me.

"There was no other plausible reason why he would cower and tremble when he saw Alan. And he said something about me sending you to him." He’s not saying anything. He’s just staring at me.

"Duke?"

"Ugh!" He groans with irritation. "According to what I heard from Alan, we didn’t beat him up enough though. He still had the nerve to run his mouth in front of you." He suddenly begins to draw lines on my neck.

"Don’t worry your pretty head my love. He will learn soon enough that I don’t joke with my wife." Oh dear God I love how he says ’My Wife’. It’s so possessive in a dangerously pleasant way that I fear I might get addicted to.

"What do you mean?" I ask as his finger glides down to my breast and he begins to play with my nipples. This man seriously!