THE CONTRACT WIFE: A ONE NIGHT STAND BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE

Zara’s POV

It was still a fun day despite everything that had happened earlier. Somehow, we were able to restore the mood that was lost due to the scandal. We decided to go home even though they wanted us to spend the night there. We assured them that we would come back another day.

The older members of the family also grew fond of my son. They loved him dearly, admiring both his innocence and intelligence. They wanted to spend more time with him, so we agreed to let him stay with them for the night. After all, it was a vacation, and it would be a good opportunity for them to bond.

When we arrived home, Lucas and I were exhausted physically from the trip and emotionally drained from the events earlier with Giselle. I understood where she was coming from; she felt betrayed, hurt, and in pain.

As a woman, I could empathize with her anger. But it was all in vain; Lucas had chosen me, and if she had fixed her life, he would have chosen her. I was willing to give Lucas his freedom before, as long as the man I loved truly loved her. But maybe it wasn’t up to me to decide if my husband loved me or not. He had chosen me, and I had the right to him the moment he confessed his love for me.

Back home, we skipped dinner since we had already eaten before leaving the mansion. I helped Stephanie cook, and I must say she learned quickly. Lucas’ siblings and his uncle were still in disbelief that Stephanie had cooked all the dishes we enjoyed earlier.

Lucas and I were to sleep in the same room. I was trying to train myself to be comfortable with the idea. While lying in bed, we couldn’t help but talk about what had happened earlier.

“Sorry for her words. I hurt her, and I understand Giselle’s anger. Just be patient with her, my love. Maybe it’s not easy for her to move forward. She needs time,” my husband said with concern.

I was in awe of his compassion. After all, Giselle was still in a difficult situation because of him, yet he was still worried about her.

“I know, dear. I understand that her wounds are still fresh, and that’s why she acted that way. This time, we should be the ones to understand her,” I replied.

I found myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, staring deeply into his eyes.

“I’m really lucky. I am so fortunate to have a kind and beautiful wife. I don’t know what good deeds I did in my past life, but fate gave me a perfect wife. I am so happy to have you. I thank God for giving you to me,” Lucas said sweetly, tracing my lips with his finger.

We shared another passionate kiss, one filled with love and connection, not just driven by lust. Every touch of our lips felt warm and meaningful, as love and passion intertwined.

His kiss was tender at first, filled with a mixture of gentleness and tenderness. But as our feelings surged, our responses to each other grew more intense and passionate.

Our kisses became more fervent and heated. We were both breathing heavily, needing to catch our breaths, but unable to stop ourselves from being consumed by the flames of love and passion.

My husband’s hand began to wander, playfully teasing. His large, firm hand traced my waist, moving upwards as if seeking the peaks of my mountains. He then sat in front of me, teasingly removing his clothes.

In the gentle glow of the lampshade, I could see his divine form, a sight that delighted my eyes. His face was handsome, and his body was even more so. He had a perfectly sculpted physique, a true work of art.

“Don’t be shy; you can touch it. I am yours, Zara. I am only yours, just as you are only mine,” he whispered soothingly.

I took his invitation spontaneously, running my hand over his hard chest and down to his abs. I pulled him close, kissing his lips once again, longing for the connection.

The flames of passion began to engulf us once more. He expertly removed my clothes, revealing that I wasn’t wearing a bra. He kissed my breasts, massaging them with care before gently suckling on them.

“Oh, Lucas, don’t stop!” I moaned between every gasp.

It felt like I was going crazy with every touch of our skin. It was hot, scorching, but there was a strangely pleasurable sensation coursing through my body.

His hand roamed, exploring my body like he was worshipping a goddess. He didn’t even skip my cave; his fingers played skillfully, making my legs tremble from the sensation.

He was not just an expert; he was a master of the game. It was as if he knew exactly where to touch every sensitive spot on my body.

As he prepared himself with lubricant, I felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. He gently moistened his member, coating it with the jelly substance before focusing on me.

Slowly, he inserted himself inside me, and it was slightly painful due to his size and thickness. I closed my eyes, feeling the initial discomfort and struggle as he entered me.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but Lucas wiped them away and kissed me sweetly, distracting me from the pain. Slowly, the pain subsided as he allowed me to adjust to his size.

“Shh, do you want me to stop?” he asked with concern.

I shook my head, indicating that I wanted him to continue.

He began moving, and as the pain lessened, the pleasure and tickling sensation of his movements became more dominant. He was hitting a spot inside me that gave me an indescribable sensation.

“Lucas… Ohh! It feels so good!” I cried between grunts.

I didn’t know where to look; my senses were overwhelmed. He thrust expertly, maintaining a steady rhythm. It was fast and passionate, like a rabbit in a hurry, yet every move was filled with love.

We also tried different positions. I tried riding him, taking on a more dominant role. It allowed me to feel his length inside me more, adding a strange pleasure to the sensations.

And for the nth time, he filled me with his essence. My knees felt weak, and my femininity throbbed. We had multiple rounds; Lucas wasn’t satisfied with just one. My endurance was good and improving, so we went all the way to the final round.

I had to keep reminding myself that my husband was a beast in bed, as it always seemed to surprise me. But I was also aware that I might be fertile now, and there was a chance I could get pregnant. I couldn’t help but think about it as I saw my husband fast asleep next to me.

After we cleaned up and got dressed, Lucas had already left for work. So, I went downstairs and smelled garlic frying in the kitchen. I found myself walking towards our dining room.

There he was, my husband, cooking our breakfast, while the maids admired him. One of the maids greeted me, commenting on how lucky I was to have such a handsome and caring husband who cooked for me. I smiled at her comment; it was indeed true. When my husband noticed me, he pulled me closer and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

“Good morning, dear. Let’s sit down and eat,” he said, gesturing for me to take a seat at the table. The food looked delicious, and I couldn’t wait to dig in.

“My husband is an amazing cook,” I complimented Lucas, who looked proud of himself.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Of course, Mrs. Zara Delafontaine Blackwood’s husband has to be perfect,” he said, and I couldn’t help but feel delighted.

As we began eating, he asked about my schedule for the day, and I inquired about his. He mentioned that he had a meeting in an hour and that I should rest since I might still be tired from our activities the night before.

“I have an easy day ahead, Blackwood, and then I’ll be going to the shop. I need to check the status of my business,” I said matter-of-factly.

He seemed taken aback. “You can stop working, dear. You don’t need to work anymore; I can provide for you.”

I raised an eyebrow in surprise and a hint of irritation. “It’s not that simple. Many people depend on my business, and it’s not something I can dissolve just because you want me to, Lucas,” I said firmly.

He still insisted, saying that my business would only interfere with our life together and that my attention would be divided. I stood up, feeling disappointed, and gave him a stern look.

“I lost my appetite. Excuse me,” I said, walking away.

It seemed like this issue was not going to be resolved easily. I knew that he cared for me and wanted to provide for me, but my business was important to me too. I couldn’t just give it up. We would have to talk more about this later.