Marrying My Father's Enemy
Chapter 39: **Let Me Taste You**

Chapter 39: **Let Me Taste You**

Chapter 39: **Let Me Taste You **

"Eira?" Callian tilted his head.

"Yes, Callian?"

"Can you help me stand up before the doctors start rushing in?"

"Of course, I can."

She stepped closer, slipping her arm around his shoulders as he gripped her hand, steadying himself.

Slowly, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

"You’ve got this," she murmured with a soft but encouraging tone.

She felt his weight lean into her, the very warmth of his body pressed against her side as he stood shakily.

Ian placed his fingers on her shoulder for support.

They took a few slow steps toward the door.

His breathing grew a bit heavier, and she glanced up. "You alright?"

He managed to nod. "I’m... better than alright." He gave her his usual grin.

Reaching the door, he released her hand and quickly turned the lock.

Eira’s eyes widened. "Callian... what are you doing?"

He leaned back against the door, catching his breath, but his eyes never left hers.

The look in his eyes had shifted, darkened slightly.

"Eira..." His voice sounded rough around the edges. "Come closer."

She felt her pulse quicken, her heartbeat thrummed in her ears as she took a small step forward, her eyes locked on his.

He reached out, his fingers grazed her cheek, tracing a line down to her jaw.

"Do you know," he murmured in a low voice again, "how much I’ve missed this... missed you?"

Her breath caught as his hand slid behind her neck, pulling her gently forward.

She felt the warmth of his breath, his intense eyes were searching her face as if memorizing every detail.

"Callian..."

"Eira...?"

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Admiring my wife..."

"Ca-Callian," she stuttered for a moment, "this is a contract marriage. We shouldn’t—"

"Shouldn’t what?"

"Break the contract," Eira whispered back.

A small chuckle escaped his lips. "I’m sorry, darling... I broke the contract the minute you said yes to me in that office."

He leaned in, his lips brushed against hers.

It was tentative at first, then deepened as he pulled her closer, his hands gripped her firmly now, as if afraid she’d disappear.

She melted into him, her hands tangled in his hair, the world around them vanished into that single moment, that shared breath.

"Eira," he murmured against her lips, "let me... just let me taste you for once..."

He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath felt shallow, every inch of him seemed to focus on her.

"Eira, do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hold you like this? To feel you... just you and me, no rules, no contract?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but he gently moved his finger across her lips, silencing her.

"Shh," he whispered as though he was barely holding back. "Let me look at you... let me just take in everything about you. I can’t wait any longer."

His thumb moved to her jawline.

"Eira," he breathed in a rough, need-filled voice, "you’re driving me mad. Do you know what you do to me? How much I want you?"

He leaned closer, his mouth touched the edge of her jaw, moving to her ear. "Every time I closed my eyes, I saw you. Every dream, every breath—every thought has been you."

Her heart raced as his lips moved to the hollow of her neck. "This contract... it means nothing to me," he stated, his fingers gently placed down her arm.

"I don’t want boundaries with you, Eira. I want all of you."

She felt his hands tighten around her. "I need you to understand, Eira... I’m not letting you go. Ever. You’re mine, and I’m yours—contract or not."

He leaned back, just enough to look into her eyes. "Tell me you feel it too," Callian asked. "Tell me you’re as lost in this as I am."

Unable to find the words, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss that was as much an answer as it was a promise.

Callian’s hand tangled in her hair, the other slipped under the hem of her shirt, his skin was cool against her back.

He pulled her back, turning around and bracing her against the wall, his body pressed against hers.

There was no mistaking his desire, and it sent a thrill through her.

Her fingers worked the buttons of his pajamas’ shirt, she felt him pull the fabric up, lifting it over her head, her bare skin touched his.

"Eira..." he growled softly, his teeth nipped her shoulder.

She let her nails rake over his chest.

"My darling..."

Her lips sought his again, she heard him moan her name, felt his fingers slide down her body, and suddenly she felt herself lifted.

He held her effortlessly, as if she were the lightest thing in the world.

"My wife," he breathed as he carried her to the bed, lowering her carefully onto the cool sheets.

He knelt between her legs, his eyes devoured every inch of her.

"I’m never going to be able to get enough of you," he said softly.

"You don’t have to," Eira replied back, pulling him closer.

He was fighting for control.

"If we do this," Callian groaned, "if I start... there’s no stopping. You’ll be mine."

"I’ve already given myself to you," Eira answered.

He hesitated. "Eira, once I have you... that’s it. There’s no turning back."

"Good."

He paused for a moment.

She could feel his tension, the raw hunger.

"Tell me you want this," Callian whispered.

"I want it," she said. "I want you..." she repeated. "I want you. All of you."

"Then why can’t you see, you belong to me, Eira..."

Callian’s control broke, and he was on her, his lips felt hungry, his hands started to explore her.

Callian’s fingers found the clasp of her bra.

She let her head fall back as his mouth traced down her throat, his lips were leaving a hot fire down her body.

Eira’s breath grew ragged, and her own hands gripped his back, urging him on.

A low rumble filled the room, and the last of his self-control was gone.

He pulled away, his eyes were filled with a dark heat from the patience he finally lost. "You’re mine," he growled.

"Say it," Callian demanded, his hands gripped her sides, his thumb grazing the underside of her breast.

"I’m yours," Eira panted, and she moaned softly as his lips found the sensitive skin between her breasts.

He was slow and gentle, but his moves were precise.

She knew he’d remember each sound, each flinch.

His mouth moved lower, and her body trembled, but his mouth stopped short, his lips brushed her hip bone, then his tongue traced a circle almost like a pattern, marking her.

Her hips lifted instinctively, and his arms held her tightly.

"No, not yet, not until I say," Callian ordered.

She shivered. The authority in his voice made her weak, and her body yielded to him.

His breath was hot on her skin, his tongue moved down the inside of her thigh, drawing an invisible line.

Then she felt him shift.

He lifted her leg, resting it over his shoulder.

"You’re meant for me."