Chapter 82: Seductress

Mature Content. 18+

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Callahan kissed her like he was a starving man, there was not the slightest restraint in his actions.

There was hunger and a hint of undeniable possessiveness in his touch as his fingers firmly dug into her waist.

"Ah..."

The moment a moan slipped from her mouth, his tongue thrust inside, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

When their lips parted, the corner of her eyes were tinged with a hint of red and her breathing was disorderly.

Callahan looked at her like he couldn’t have enough of her. As if, he wanted to commit sins and carve the person into his body.

Sienna felt that unmistakable heat growing inside her body and she clung to him, her hips grinding against him for a hint of comfort that was nowhere to be felt.

The man groaned when she grazed her bottom on a sensitive place and he leaned in, biting her lips.

In the next moment, she felt her back sliding off the mirror as he placed her on the dresser.

And before she could come to her senses, she felt his palm on her thighs.

Even from a layer of clothes, Sienna felt her heart ceasing to beat when his palm slid to her inner thighs.

All the while, the pair of dark eyes were locked with hers, as if looking for any sign of hesitation.

But when he saw none, he pressed his index finger right between her thighs, "Part your legs, butterfly," his words fell in a gentle command.

And Sienna gulped as a shiver ran down her spine. As if under a spell, she parted her legs, wanting to feel more of his touch.

His index finger lightly pressed forward and the fabric bunched between her most sensitive spot, making her pant.

"You are soaking my fingers," his words were so explicit and filthy.

But they made her body tingle. She felt herself clenching down there, and his fingers stroked her again.

"Uhm..." Sienna bit her bottom lips, unable to recognize her own voice.

His palm slowly slid upwards, lingering near the waistband of her cotton pants before it slid inside.

Sienna’s toes curled. The intense sensation that spread through her body was maddening.

But the man didn’t give her a moment to process.

His other hand shot to her neck, grabbing it firmly as he locked her lips in a slow kiss.

While his other palm settled against her wetness, cupping and lingering on it.

Then suddenly, his middle finger flicked her sensitive nub.

Sienna gasped against his mouth but he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss while he slowly slid a finger inside her.

The intense pleasure made her eyes water and her legs parted wider, as if needing more of him.

Callahan fulfilled the pressing need by pushing the entire length of his middle finger inside her, inch by inch, "So warm... and needy," he whispered against her lips.

"Don’t... Don’t say that," Sienna’s face had turned a bright shade of red and her eyes were glazed over.

The sight of her right then was so enchanting that it made his eyes darken.

His finger thrust deep into her as he stroked her wetness. Then, he slowly positioned another finger at her entrance.

Sienna gasped, a sudden sensation of pain overwhelming the pleasure.

The man didn’t rush. Instead he leaned in and kissed her earlobe, trailing warm kisses down the base of her neck, "How should I say it then? That I am loving the way you soak my fingers?"

His voice was so seductive right then that she felt her body growing even warmer, as if it was even possible.

The mild discomfort faded, overwhelmed by an intense craving. She had just leaned close when the man suddenly pushed another finger inside her.

A moan slipped from her mouth and it seemed to stir something in him as his fingers moved, in and out, going deeper and deeper with every movement.

With every stroke, with every touch, her moans only got louder and louder.

Everytime she tried to keep it down, he would go faster inside her. His thumb pressed against her clit and the heat seemed to have intensified.

It was uncontrollable. Sienna felt like every inch of her body was tender, and the slightest change would make her explode.

At some point, her voice had grown hoarse and her moans were accompanied by the utterance of his name and some incoherent ramblings, "Cal, un... please, ah..."

In her haze, she felt the man whispering in her ear, "Remember, butterfly, it can only be me. Yes?" His fingers thrust deeper.

"Ah... Yes. Yes," she gasped.

And suddenly his fingers curled inside her. Her vision turned white and Sienna shattered, clenching around his fingers so hard that elicited a groan from his own throat.

"Seductress..." he mumbled in an inaudible voice as he bit the crook of her neck punishingly.

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Later that night, Sienna was awakened by the constant ringing of her phone.

When she moved, she felt a weight on her chest.

She opened her eyes. The Master bedroom was dimly lit by the bedside table and a certain man was completely sprawled over her.

Callahan had an arm pressed on her breasts and his other arm was placed under her body, tightly wrapped around her waist.

Even if she tried to move, his hold only tightened further.

After a few attempts, Sienna gave up, "Cal, someone’s calling..." she mumbled.

A hint of displeasure flashed on his sleeping face as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, "Let them," His lips deliberately rubbed against her sensitive skin, making her shiver.

Sienna was fully awake by now.

Earlier, she had been so exhausted that she mindlessly let him wipe her clean.

And she almost dozed off in the middle of it so he changed her clothes that had been ’dirtied’, putting on a satin robe for her.

So right now, other than the flimsy satin robe, she didn’t have a single piece of garment anywhere on her body.

After expressing his displeasure, he let a pair of hands shamelessly wander all over her, deliberately stroking and teasing her here and there.