My ex husband wants me back (Daven and Althea) novel Chapter 628

Her grip tightened slightly on the edge of the sink.

Because she could feel it—his hand now moving with more certainty, the silk between them doing little to soften the heat of his touch. Her body reacted before her thoughts could catch up, every sensation sharpening at once.

And behind her…

She could feel him.

The way he pressed closer, deliberate, teasing—each movement measured, enough to make her pulse quicken in response.

It was intentional.

Every touch, every shift.

Cale was teasing her.

His hand continued to move, unhurried yet relentless, as if he had found something he had no intention of letting go. And his lips—his lips never truly left her neck, each slow kiss, each subtle bite, unraveling her just a little more.

Until the control she thought she had… began to slip.

“Honey…” Lydia breathed, unable to hold it in any longer. The sensation was overwhelming—her body responding to the way Cale’s touch lingered, teasing, coaxing, drawing out every reaction she couldn’t suppress.

“Hmm?” Cale murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as his lips found her ear, capturing it gently. “You’re incredibly tempting, Lydia.” His teeth grazed lightly before his tongue soothed over the same spot, slow and deliberate.

He shifted closer, his body pressing just enough to keep her in place, limiting her movement without force—only control. Every touch he gave was careful, almost gentle… yet impossible to resist.

And it showed.

Because Lydia, caught within his hold, was no longer trying to fight it. Her body responded instinctively, leaning into every sensation he drew from her.

Cale’s lips trailed from her ear to the curve of her neck, his tongue tracing slow, unhurried paths along her smooth skin. That unmarked, pale expanse—tonight, he intended to leave his presence there, to make it unmistakably his.

Behind him, Lydia shifted restlessly, the tension building with every second. The way she moved only made it harder for him to hold back.

Truthfully, what she was doing—how she reacted—made him want to strip away every last piece of fabric between them, to close the distance completely, to lose himself in her without pause… perhaps until morning came.

But he knew—

Lydia didn’t like being rushed.

And that restraint… it drove him half-mad.

Another soft breath escaped her lips as the pressure at her neck deepened, his touch turning just slightly rougher—his hand no longer as gentle as before.

“Cale!” she gasped.

“Yes, Love?” A faint smirk curved his lips.

He paused—just long enough to let her turn toward him, to catch her breath. Through the mirror, he had already seen it—the way her expression had changed. From teasing glances… to quiet surrender.

The soft makeup she wore only made it more obvious now—her flushed cheeks, her eyes clouded with something deeper, heavier.

This—

This was the version of Lydia he liked most.

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