Marrying My Father's Enemy
Chapter 43: **Let Me Please You**

Chapter 43: **Let Me Please You**

Chapter 43: Let Me Please You

Callian sat in the car, skimming the newspaper. His jaw clenched as he read the headline: Assault on Eira Hax Reed.

He scanned through the article. "I will fucking murder every single one of them!"

Bung. Bung.

A soft tap on his window made him jump. Eira was smiling at him through the glass.

"Hey!" she greeted as he quickly shoved the paper aside, fumbling for a second before stepping out of the car.

"Eira," he said, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

He buried his face in her shoulder, his voice muffled. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just coming to greet you. Why do you look so... startled?"

He let out a short laugh. "Startled? No, just surprised." He glanced away, clearing his throat. "How are you feeling?"

She smiled, a little tired but bright. "Better, I think. Ready to go inside?"

Without a word, he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her toward the elevator.

"Callian, I can walk, you know."

He grinned. "Not today, you can’t."

They stepped into the penthouse, and he finally set her down on the couch, exhaling a long sigh.

She patted the seat next to her. "Sit with me?"

He obliged, sinking beside her, looking at her closely. "So, anything new? Anything... I should know about?"

"Not really." She looked away, almost too casually. "Just... catching up on things, settling back in."

He nodded slowly. "Good, good. I just want you comfortable here. You know I’ll handle anything you need, right?"

She hesitated, biting her lip. "I know, Callian. Thank you. Really."

He studied her face. "Eira, is there something... on your mind?"

She shook her head, giving him a small smile. "Nothing important. Just... happy to be home with you."

"That’s all that matters," he murmured, still watching her.

"Are you tired?"

"No..."

"Good..."

Callian placed his hands on her thighs, leaning in closer.

His lips met hers in a soft, chaste kiss.

She returned the kiss, but kept her distance, sitting rigidly.

His lips lingered for a moment longer before he pulled back.

She shifted closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. He wrapped his arm around her, resting his chin on her head.

"So," he said, glancing at her, "what were you going to say?"

"Can we continue what we started in the hospital?" Eira asked.

And without a word, Callian removed his shirt and stood up.

He walked over to her and leaned down.

With his free hand, he slid his fingers along her inner thigh.

"Spread it for me," he said in a low voice.

Her legs parted. His fingers stroked her entrance, and he slipped a finger inside her.

Eira gasped, gripping his wrist tightly.

He added another, moving them in and out.

"Callian..." Her hips began to buck, her breathing becoming more labored.

She threw her head back and closed her eyes.

His hand moved faster, deeper.

"Aaah!" Eira cried out, arching her back.

She squeezed his wrist as he brought her to climax.

Callian pulled his fingers away. He pressed his forehead against hers.

"Eira..."

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding so fast as if she was running a marathon.

"Yes?"

"We’re married."

"Yes, we are."

"We’re not lovers."

"...."

He pulled back, frowning.

"Do you regret it?"

"Regret what?"

"Marrying me."

She looked at him and raised her eyebrow. "Why would you ask that?"

"I’m sorry. Every time I see you, I feel like it’s not enough. I want to eat you, I want to fuck you, I want to own you. And then, I get a sense that you don’t feel the same way about me. And that really hurts. But then I realize it doesn’t matter. You’re mine. And I’m yours."

She looked at him with her expanded pupils.

She shook her head. "Callian, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just surprised."

"Surprised by what?"

"Your love for me."

"I love you, Eira! I fucking love you! While I was in that coma, all I could think was seeing you. Not being able to be near you was more of a pain than my broken fingers."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

He stared at her, tensing his look.

Then, he grinned. "You’re so fucking perfect," he growled.

Callian picked her up, his hands sliding underneath her.

He carried her to his bedroom and dropped her down on the mattress.

"Take your clothes off."

Eira stood, unbuttoning her top. She slid it off and tossed it aside. Her hands went to her bra, and she unhooked it.

"All of them."

She pulled the bra off and pushed her pants down. She kicked them away.

No feeling of shame was eating her alive while she was naked in front of him.

Knowing that he liked her this way was giving her more confidence than anything else would.

Callian stood beside the bed, watching her.

"Now, kneel."

She did as he asked.

"Now, touch yourself."

"But, I’ve never done such—"

"Listen to me."

Eira gulped and put her hand between her legs, stroking her folds.

"Tell me how you want to be fucked," Callian ordered while slowly touching his own manhood.

"Rough," she whispered.

"Louder."

"Rough."

"Good girl. Now, come to me."

Eira stood and walked toward him. He sat on the edge of the bed, his pride jutting out from between his thighs.

She knelt down between his legs.

"Now, suck me."

"I don’t know how..."

"Do it how you think it’s right..."

She licked her lips and leaned forward.

Her tongue flicked out, touching the tip of his manhood. She swirled it around the head, tasting him.

"Yes..." He groaned, his hands went to her hair.

"Suck me, harder."

Her lips wrapped around him.

"Oohh..." He let out a low moan, his hands fisted in her hair.

"Good."

Eira smiled, bobbing her head. She took him deeper until he was hitting the back of her throat.

"Faster," he grunted.

She increased her pace, taking him deeper and faster.

Callian continued groaning, his grip tightened on her hair.

"That’s it."

He put his hands on her head and removed himself from her mouth.

Callian stood up and guided her on the bed. "On your knees," he demanded.

She obeyed, positioning herself in front of him.

He pushed his pride against her ass and grabbed her breasts, massaging them with his hands.

"Ah!" Eira moaned, her body trembled.

"Oh, fuck, Eira!"

He leaned over her and kissed her neck. She whimpered and closed her eyes.

"Tell me how you like it," he whispered.

"Hard."

He chuckled. "Good. Tell me where."

"Inside me," she panted.

"Mmm. And how do you want me to cum?"

"Inside me," she breathed.