His Forgotten Bride

Chapter 8

⚠️ Reader’s Warning

This chapter contains mature themes, strong language, and explicit romantic scenes intended for readers 18 years old and above. Please read responsibly.

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“Terrence, let me go! What’s wrong with you? Where are you taking me?!” I tried to yank my arm away from his grip.

We had just stepped out of the car when he dragged me straight into the house. I could feel the anger radiating from him through the tight hold he had on my wrist.

He shoved me lightly toward the staircase and pointed upstairs. “Go to your room!” His voice echoed throughout the house.

I could feel the fear of the maids and staff around us. Who wouldn’t be scared? This was the first time they had ever seen him this furious.

“What the hell is your problem?!”

“I said f*****g go to your room, Alliyah! Don’t test my patience!”

I scoffed and laughed sarcastically. “Wow, ikaw pa talaga ang nagsasabi niyan? Do you think what you’re doing is making me calm?!” I poked his chest angrily. “You’re acting like a jealous husband when the truth is, you don’t even care about me! Are you really this ruthless, Terrence? You keep giving me false hope!”

I saw his jaw clench. We were both breathing heavily from yelling, neither of us willing to look away.

A few seconds later, he shut his eyes and let out a deep sigh. “Just go to your room,” he said quietly.

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I shook my head. As usual, he still refused to answer me properly.

“I’m f*****g leaving this house for a while,” I muttered before turning away and storming upstairs toward my room.

I couldn’t stop myself from crying as I walked. After all these years together, I still couldn’t understand what he truly felt for me. It was obvious he didn’t care, yet moments like this always made me hope. Anyone in my situation would probably fall for the illusion their own mind creates.

I was about to open my bedroom door when someone suddenly pulled me back and pinned me against the wall.

I blinked several times when my eyes met Terrence’s. I couldn’t read the emotion in his gaze, while my own reaction was completely exposed.

He had followed me upstairs.

“You’re not leaving,” he ordered, his voice hoarse yet commanding.

My anger immediately flared again. I tried to push him away, but he only caught both my wrists and pinned them above my head.

“Let me go, Terrence,” I hissed.

“You’re not leaving this house,” he repeated.

I gritted my teeth. “And what? I’m just supposed to keep seeing you every day?”

“Why? Who else do you want to see?” he snapped. “Tell me, and I’ll kill him this instant.”

My mouth fell open in disbelief. “You’re confusing me, Terrence. Big time.”

He stared at me intensely. “Do you really want to leave me?” he asked, almost in a whisper.

I suddenly found myself unable to answer. The decision I had made earlier—to leave for a while—began to waver inside my mind.

“I-I just need some air…” I murmured, avoiding his gaze.

“You’ll still leave me,” he said hoarsely, sounding almost hurt.

Slowly, I looked back at him. “I-I won’t,” I whispered weakly, swallowing hard as I realized how close his face was to mine.

The moment our eyes met again, tears threatened to escape mine. Just staring into those same hazel-brown eyes made me emotional.

The old Terrence—the first man I had ever loved so deeply. The man I grew up with. The man who used to care about me.

The cold and ruthless Terrence I had lived with since our marriage was nowhere to be seen right now. Overwhelmed by emotion and desperate for the man he used to be, I slowly leaned closer and pressed my lips against his with my eyes shut.

I felt his shoulders tense for a second before relaxing again. Then he kissed me back—slowly, gently, almost desperately. The hand gripping my wrists gradually loosened until he finally let go. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. I heard him groan softly before he slowly pulled away.

“Take me…” I whispered drunkenly as I stared at him.

He licked his lower lip and shut his half-open eyes. “No. We shouldn’t do this,” he said hoarsely, though I could feel the conflict in his voice.

“So I should just f**k another guy instead?” The words slipped out of my mouth out of frustration and pain from his rejection.

Terrence’s eyes snapped open as he glared at me sharply. His jaw tightened dangerously.

“Try it, and I’ll kill him six times over, cut up his body, and throw it into the ocean,” he growled.

“Then f**k me,” I begged softly.

For the nth time, he shut his eyes. I thought he was going to reject me again, so I gasped when he suddenly lifted me into his arms and crashed his lips onto mine. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist for support.

“It’s making love, Alliyah. Not f*****g,” I heard him whisper against my lips.

I didn’t care anymore. I focused only on kissing him back. My body burned hotter with every second, especially when I felt his growing hardness pressing against my sensitive core through our clothes.

“Terrence…” I called breathlessly when his lips trailed down my neck.

His kisses were teasing, barely touching my skin.

“Terrence, please…” I whimpered with my eyes closed.

I held my breath when he licked my neck and sucked lightly on my skin. “Once we enter your room, there’s no turning back, Alliyah.”

“I want this. I want you,” I answered immediately.

I bit my lower lip when he sucked harder on my neck. “We’re going in,” he muttered before kissing me again.

I kissed him back as I felt him open my bedroom door. I barely noticed him carrying me inside because I was already losing myself in his kisses. A few seconds later, I felt my back sink into the softness of my bed.

I arched when Terrence pulled down the straps of my dress and exposed my chest. He broke the kiss and stared at me while slowly massaging my breasts.

I couldn’t even look back at him because my eyes kept fluttering shut every time he touched me.

“Terrence…” I pleaded softly when his hand slid up my thigh toward my sensitive core.

I clutched his shirt tightly as he slowly pulled my panties down. Cool air brushed against my skin the moment he spread my thighs apart.

“s**t…” My head fell back when he buried his face against my n****e while rubbing my c**t at the same time. “Ohh…” I moaned helplessly at every flick of his tongue and movement of his fingers.

“Terrence…” My lips parted when I felt one of his fingers slowly slide inside me.

“It’ll fade,” he murmured before showering my chest with kisses.

I took a shaky breath and endured the slight sting. After a few seconds, I completely lost myself as he slowly thrust his finger in and out of me.

“You like it?” he whispered.

“Ohh… yes… it feels good.”

I heard him mutter a curse. “Your moans are giving me a pre-c*m, wife.”

“D-Don’t stop… ohh…”

Instead of obeying me, Terrence suddenly stopped moving his fingers. I slowly opened my eyes and met his gaze.

“Beg,” he said before sliding another finger inside me.

I bit my lower lip and forced myself not to close my eyes. “Please… Terrence, move your fingers inside me. You’re driving me crazy,” I whispered desperately.

The corner of his lips curled upward. “Then let me make you even crazier,” he said before lowering himself between my thighs.

“Ohhh!” I cried out as I grabbed his hair when he continued thrusting his fingers inside me while his tongue played with my c**t. “Ohh! f**k! You’re hitting my… ohhh…”

Terrence kept licking, sucking, and teasing my c**t while expertly stimulating me with his fingers. I could already feel the tightness building in my stomach as my orgasm approached.

“Terrence… ohh… I’m close…” I whimpered, moving my hips against his fingers.

“Hm. Let me taste it,” he muttered against me.

A few more thrusts later, my body finally gave in. My mouth fell open and my eyes rolled back as Terrence drank every drop of my release. He spread my thighs wider and licked me clean as though he had been starving for it.

My knees trembled violently once the orgasm faded. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed with my eyes closed, breathing heavily. I could feel Terrence moving below me, but I was too tired and overwhelmed to even look at him.

I breathed deeply when I heard the sound of a zipper. That was when I finally looked at him again—and my breath hitched at the sight of his hard length positioned at my entrance.

I swallowed hard and gripped the bedsheets tightly. “T-Terrence… be gentle. Please,” I whispered hoarsely.

He glanced at me and nodded. “It’ll hurt like hell at first, but it’ll ease after a few thrusts,” he explained softly.

I held my breath when he rubbed the tip against me, slick from my wetness. While doing so, he slowly hovered over me and kissed me deeply again. I kissed him back just as passionately.

I started trembling when he adjusted his position and slowly pushed himself inside me. I broke the kiss and squeezed my eyes shut tightly. It felt like something inside me was being painfully stretched apart.

“T-Terrence…” I called shakily as tears slipped down my cheeks from the pain.

“Just a little more… please bear with it,” he whispered hoarsely while gently massaging me.

“Ahh!” I cried out when he finally pushed himself fully inside me.

For a few seconds, my whole body went numb. The only thing I could feel was the rain of kisses Terrence kept placing against my shoulder.

“I love…” he kept murmuring something, but I couldn’t focus because of the pain.

“Are you okay now?” he asked after a couple of minutes, still keeping himself still inside me.

I slowly opened my watery eyes and nodded weakly. “I think I can handle it now.”

Instead of answering, Terrence slowly pulled out before thrusting back into me again.

“Ohhh…” I clung tightly to his arm as he pushed back inside.

Pain and pleasure mixed together with every movement he made. Terrence repeated those slow thrusts until I completely melted beneath him.

“f**k…” he cursed, gripping my waist tightly. “Stop doing that, wife. I wanted to be gentle, but if you keep moving like that, I might lose control.”

“Please… give me more, Terrence. Deeper, harder, faster—OHH!” I arched when he suddenly lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder.

“I’m breaking my promise. I can’t be gentle now, wife,” he growled before thrusting into me hard, rough, and fast.

All I could do was moan helplessly with every slam of his hips against mine. The sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, along with the loud creaking of the bed hitting the wall because of the force of his thrusts.

“Terrence… ohh… you might destroy my bed,” I warned breathlessly, but it was as if he couldn’t hear me anymore. “I’m cumming,” I added when I felt another orgasm building deep inside me.

“c*m with me,” he ordered before thrusting even faster.

I could feel his c**k throbbing while my walls tightened around him. Four deep thrusts later, we both reached our climax together. His deep, animalistic groan echoed through the room as he remained buried inside me.

“I love you,” I murmured weakly as my consciousness slowly faded.

“I…” I never heard the rest of his reply because exhaustion finally pulled me into sleep.