Marrying My Father's Enemy
Chapter 40: **The City Of Sins**

Chapter 40: **The City Of Sins**

Chapter 40: *The City of Sins*

The look in his eyes was real, making her heart beat so fast, she thought it would jump out of her chest.

"Eira..." he murmured, almost as if he was saying it to himself, savoring her name. "You’re everything I didn’t know I needed."

She caught her breath, the space between them charged with silent words that were louder than any fireworks.

She sighed softly, her hands found his shoulders as she held on, feeling herself fall deeper into his embrace.

"Callian..." she whispered, so quietly, but he heard.

His eyes met hers one more time, a small, knowing smile on his lips appeared like a Christmas gift.

"Yes, love?" he asked in a deep and filled-with-a-barely-held-back-passion voice.

She looked into his eyes, feeling the trust and openness that this moment held.

"Take me," she ordered.

He leaned in and kissed her deeply, his hands roamed freely, touching, caressing, marking.

He lowered her to the bed and slowly pulled her shorts and underwear off.

She lay naked, exposed, and vulnerable, but the look in his eyes as they raked over her body made her feel cherished, desired, and wanted.

She watched as he undid his pants and boxers, then dropped it to the floor.

Her eyes widened slightly, and she swallowed hard.

He was larger than she had expected, and her body tightened in response.

"Don’t be scared..."

"I’m not, it’s just..."

Callian must have sensed her nervousness, and he grinned, but he took her hands in his, pulling her into a sitting position.

"We’ll go slow," he promised, and his mouth found hers, kissing her tenderly.

Her fingers ran along his man pride, her thumb brushed over the head, and his hips jerked, pressing against her hand.

She could feel his heart beating, his pulse pounding.

She gripped him, her hand moved up and down, slowly, carefully.

It was her first time with a man, and Eira wasn’t exactly sure on how to do it properly.

"Am I doing it well?"

"Perfect."

She moved her hand a little faster, but Callian groaned and gripped her hand. "Not yet," he muttered.

He pushed her back, and his head dipped down, his mouth found the tip of her breast, sucking, licking, nibbling.

Goosebumps went through her body.

Eira stopped breathing as a cold tingle spread over her skin.

His free hand slid down, his fingers dipped into her wetness, sliding in and out, rubbing against her, and she gasped, her back arched, pressing her breasts against his mouth, her hands gripped the bedsheets.

"You’re so wet," Callian groaned. "You want me," he muttered.

He pressed two fingers inside, her walls tightened around him.

"And so tight," he growled. "You’re so damn sexy, Eira," he said.

He pressed a third finger in, and her hips bucked, his fingers curled inside her, stroking her.

"You’re perfect," he said in a deep and hoarse tone. "So perfect, Eira. Perfect for me. All mine."

Eira’s toes clenched tight, pressing into the bed as a rush ran through her.

"Tell me you’re mine."

"I’m yours," she replied.

"Mine..." then he added, "All mine."

His fingers pulled out, a sharp breath escaped her lips, her chest tightened, missing the contact.

"Say it," Callian demanded.

"I’m yours," she panted.

"Again," Callian said in a rough voice.

"Yours, Callian," she moaned, and she felt the tip of his manhood press against her entrance.

"Mine," he growled.

Eira’s back lifted, molding closer to Callian, as if every nerve reached out toward him.

"It hurts! Callian, it hurts!"

"Please, relax your body, Eira. The pain will go away."

"Please, Callian."

"I’ll be gentle."

He entered her slowly, letting her adjust to him, filling her inch by inch, stretching her.

Her eyes closed and a shaky inhale slipped past her lips.

"You okay?" Callian asked.

"Y-yes," she stuttered, "please don’t stop." I

To Eira, it was more about him than herself. She was ready to endure the pain, as long as it made Callan feel good.

"Never," he replied, and his hips thrust forward, burying himself in her, her walls clenched around him, her body arched, her fingers dug into his back.

She felt a low growl rumble in his chest, and his hand gripped her hip, holding her tight against him.

"You’re so fucking warm and tight, I’m not gonna last long," he muttered in a strained voice and thrust again.

"Fuck," Callian groaned, his body shuddered, and he slammed his pride into her, his hands grabbed her ass, pulling her closer, his fingers sank into her flesh.

"Oh, fuck," he growled, and his pace quickened, he was pounding her, her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles locked behind him.

"You’re mine," Callian groaned, his hips snapped, his body jerked, his manhood throbbed, his balls tightened.

"All mine," he repeated.

"Callian!" Eira cried out, and she came hard, her body was shaking, her eyes rolled back, her hands clung to him, her legs tightened around him.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still collided as if they were one, their hearts pounded.

She held him, her fingers lightly stroking his back, Eira was breathing slowly.

He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent, his lips pressed against her neck.

"That was..." he began in a husky voice.

"Amazing," Eira finished.

"Yes," Callian said.

She smiled, and her arms tightened around him, pulling him closer, their bodies continuing pressing together, their hearts were beating in time.

"Eira," Callian murmured. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

Eira sat up, tugging the hospital sheet closer to her chest as reality started to come back.

Her cheeks burned, and she could barely bring herself to look at Callian.

The quiet sound of machines filled the room, making the silence between them feel heavier.

"Oh... um," Eira mumbled.

She pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, eyes glued to the floor.

Callian leaned back against the bed frame, a small smile formed onto his face. "I guess this... wasn’t the ideal spot for... you know..."

"Haha..." Eira let out a nervous laugh, still not daring to look at him. "In a hospital room, Callian. Of all places."

He chuckled softly, brushing his hand over hers.

"Well, it’s... unique. No one else can say this."

Eira’s face turned an even deeper shade of pink. "Oh, don’t say that! That just makes it worse," she groaned, hiding her face in her hands.

Callian tilted his head, trying to catch her eye. "Hey, come on. I don’t regret it."

She peeked out from behind her hands, her brows furrowed. "But... it’s so... weird, isn’t it? And I... I feel... embarrassed."

Callian squeezed her hand gently, his thumb brushed over her knuckles. "Eira, it’s not the place that matters to me. Just that it was with you."

Her lips curved into a shy smile, though her blush didn’t fade. "Still, next time... let’s maybe pick somewhere a little more... romantic?"

"Deal."

"Do I call the doctor?"

Eira removed her hand, "Why? Do you feel pain?!"

"No, not me. I think the sleep helped me heal, but your legs."

"What about my legs?" She looked down and her eyes froze, "I don’t-"

"It’s okay," he cut her off.

Callian lifted Eira in his arms, she was wrapped in the sheets like a worm.

He pressed the button near his table, went to unlock the door, and took her to the bathroom inside his ward.

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"What are you doing here?!" He gasped.

"Henry Blackwood is sending a warning." The man pulled his gun out and shot three times.

*bang* *bang* *bang*

His body fell to the ground like a single leaf during the fall.

"This will send the message."