"Callum," Louise said, holding his hands in hers.
Despite being hurt beyond words, when Callum gazed into his wife's eyes, he could not help the surge of happiness that coursed through his body.
He realized then that all of it did not matter; not his former mistress, not Felington, not even the wedding breakfast.
All that mattered was that he was finally married to the one woman who made him happy and who he could be himself around.
Holding his wife tightly, Callum cleared his throat as he addressed everyone.
"The wedding breakfast has now come to an end," he said, "I want everyone out of this house as soon as possible."
With that, he turned on his heels and headed to the bedroom, holding his wife.
He had only one thing in mind and that was taking his wife.
* * *
Louise turned to Callum the moment they got into the room.
"Callum, are you fine?" she asked, peering closely at him to see if he was troubled by what had just happened.
"I am only shocked by the full extent of Felington's betrayal," he shrugged, "I do not want to spend my wedding day talking about some unfortunate incident."
He pulled Louise close to himself.
"Do you happen to have something in mind?" Louise asked.
"Louise, you do not know what you do to me," Callum breathed.
He pressed his lips to her jaw and she felt his breath flutter up her cheek.
Louise let out a laugh.
"Why then don't you tell me what I do to you?" She asked, "Because… the things you do to me, I have never felt them before."
Callum shook his head and the stubble on his face pressed against her, stinging her deliciously.
"I can assure you I have never felt this way before too," he confessed.
Louise moved her chin up to study his face.
From the earnest look on his face, she could tell that he meant every word of what he had said, and she had no reason not to believe him either. He had shown her in actions and told her in words just how much she meant to him.
Unconsciously, Louise pouted her bottom lips but that single motion seemed to have driven Callum crazy because he groaned softly, scooted over to her, and kissed her, suddenly and harder than he had ever kissed her before.
Louise feared that she would crumble under the weight of his desire, his passion, and even yet, she would have happily died in his arms.
Callum's mouth moved over hers with force and she tasted the wine he had earlier drank at the wedding breakfast. When he ran his tongue over her lips, Louise's felt her entire body surrender and if she had been standing, she might have swooned into his arms.
"Louise, you have no idea how much I want you," he breathed, planting kisses on her ear.
She giggled and squirmed but he held her against himself.
"I am happy that you are now mine," he said.
Louise clung to him while he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Make love to me, Callum," she said breathlessly.
