My ex husband wants me back (Daven and Althea) novel 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?”

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.”

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