Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 453 A Surge Of Passion

"Callie..." He had barely begun to plead when Calista's mischievous fingers trailed down from his lips to rest against his throat, her laughter echoing like a devil's.

"I'm inexperienced, but so are you. Does it matter who takes the lead?" she asked, while her other hand slowly began to undo the buttons of his shirt. "You were too rough with me that one time. This time, I want to take the lead..."

The memory of that one time came rushing back to him at her words. The dark night, the large ship, the young man and woman, the tumultuous tide of emotion, and the snow-white figure all seemed to be branded into his mind, reappearing vividly.

Suddenly, Kallum let out a low growl, his body tense as he tilted his head back. Under the influence of the medicine, he leaned back restlessly, revealing his taut neck and throat. At that moment, he didn't care about anything else. He just wanted her. He didn't care who was on top as long as he could have sex with her.

The moment he lifted his head, Calista's gaze darkened. Yielding to her instincts, she lowered her head, biting down gently on his Adam's apple, her tongue subtly making contact.

"Callie... Callie!"

Kallum called out her name in desperation, straining against the ropes with all his might. Even as his wrists swelled with blood, he didn't care. He wanted to tear her apart, to punish her for daring to seduce and tease him.

In a situation where he could not break free, all he could do was momentarily feign weakness. So, he tilted his head back to look at her, urgently uttering, "Come on! Give it to me!"

Yet, Calista found herself thoroughly enjoying this surge of passion.

She straightened up. Her always cool and indifferent eyes then held a hint of desire. There was an overwhelming sense of restrained passion about to shatter, a broken beauty. It was as if something was struggling to break free from the calm facade, ready to consume everything in its path.

Fascinated, Kallum found himself increasingly restless. He repeatedly called out her name, hoping to ignite a shared desire within her.

good. The night

watchful gaze

His mind went blank for a moment, and in the end, only one sentence filled

her impressive

her, utterly captivated. His body was wound tight to the brink as if the slightest touch would break

surely have her bound, tease her relentlessly, and

shirt slowly, revealing a set of abs glistening with a thin layer of sweat and the smooth lines of his v-shaped torso. Her fingers lingered on

a throbbing pain, presumably from his prostate. Yet, Calista was moving

soaked with a misty sheen, and the lips she bit

her to

for long, even though her actions were deliberately slow. She unlocked his desire,

he urged in a hushed and

stirred by his voice, and

by a long skirt, leaving nothing in view. Then, in an alluring manner, she took

the ground with her fingertips, he could almost hear

could see through her dress, picturing the wild scene underneath,

both emitted a soft quiver when their bodies

against me. At first

gradually restored Kallum's sanity. He