Ex-husband wants me back novel

Chapter 629 +25 Bonus Chapter 629 The faint trace of moisture she had left behind followed that path. Intentional. Because she knew-this would drive him further. Her movements remained unhurried, almost languid. At times she paused, as if savoring the moment herself, before continuing-letting his touch explore the warmth of her skin. Even through the thin fabric brushing against her, Lydia felt herself beginning to drift-caught in the rising tide of sensation. A quiet, restrained sound slipped from her lips as her head tilted back slightly, giving him more access. Cale didn't hesitate.

His lips returned to her neck, pressing kisses that soon deepened into something more demanding marks she was certain would linger long after tonight. And she liked it. Even the way his hand sometimes tightened just slightly around her neck-there was no fear in it. Only a thrill. A spark that made everything feel sharper... more alive. "Cale..." she breathed, her voice barely there. Her eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to every sensation he gave her. Her hand still guided his, even though it wasn't necessary, he followed her lead anyway.

His touch drifted lower, circling slowly along the flat of her stomach, light as a feather-yet enough to send a shiver coursing through her. He didn't stop. Her body responded instinctively, adjusting to make space. She shifted slightly, drawing back just enough, one leg lifting as she made room for him. "On my shoulder, Love," Cale murmured. Lydia obeyed without hesitation. Her posture opened further, and the hand that had been idle until now moved to her chest again, kneading gently, drawing another breathless sound from her lips. And when his other hand finally reached lower.

Even through the barrier between them. It was enough to make her tremble, a restrained sound escaping her as the tension within her tightened, ready to break. "Yours is already wet, Love," Cale murmured with a dark, teasing grin. "Should I take it off... or can you do it yourself?" 1/3 Chapter 629 508 +25 Bonus Lydia let out a soft laugh. "What do you usually do?" she teased back-only to wince slightly as his grip tightened, followed by the sudden warmth of his mouth against her.

"Easy, Cale..." "How am I supposed to take it easy with you?" he replied that same unrestrained smirk still on his lips. Satisfied, he finally slid the thin fabric away, discarding it somewhere without a second thought. His gaze dropped, fixed, taking in sight before him. "This is my favorite." He moved closer, gently guiding her legs further apart. A brief kiss-almost reverent-before he gave in to what he had been wanting all along. And then he began. Slowly. Thoroughly. As if savoring something he could never grow tired of. Lydia's breath hitched the moment she felt him.

Every touch, every motion-he knew exactly where to go, where she responded most. Her hands instinctively moved, parting herself further, giving him more access-more freedom. "Ah-" her head tilted back as a soft cry slipped from her lips. Cale's tongue moved with deliberate ease, slow enough to draw it out, to stretch every second until it became unbearable. Lydia clutched at his shoulders, her body trembling from the intensity. Even with her back pressed against the solid mirror, nothing felt stable anymore.

"Oh, Cale..." her fingers tightened against him as the sensation deepened-his touch shifting, his fingers joining in, moving carefully at first... then with growing certainty. And when his attention focused on that one sensitive point- Her breath shattered. Her heartbeat raced out of control, her breathing uneven, breaking apart between each sound that escaped her lips. Her mouth parted, unable to hold back the soft, breathy moans that followed every movement he made. Everything-everything he was doing-It was undoing her. Cale smirked faintly, tasting her, taking in everything she gave him.

The warmth, the scent-it had long since become addictive. "You smell incredible," he murmured, pausing just long enough to let his breath brush against her- deliberate, teasing-drawing a sharp reaction from her before he resumed. His rhythm returned, steady, unrelenting. His fingers moved in sync with the way his mouth explored her, 2/3 alternating between slow, deliberate strokes and something deeper, more consuming Lydia could only surrender to it Her body responded instinctively, her sounds growing softer, more desperate.

Cale adjusted her position again, opening her further, giving himself more freedom-more control And he took it. Two fingers now, moving together, deeper, faster-while his mouth never stopped, neve giving her a moment to recover. The warmth, the pressure, the relentless rythm was driving her tighe, pushing her closer to the edge. He wasn't done. Not yet. He wanted to hear it-to hear his name fall from her lips over and over again, wrapped in those breathless sounds that only she could make. "Cale..." Lydia's voice trembled, barely holding together.

Her eyes squeezed shut as the sensations built, wave after wave crashing over her. "Oh-keep going..." "I'm not stopping," he said quietly, his voice low, certain. Comments Support Shore 3/3 admin