My ex husband wants me back (Daven and Althea) novel Chapter 632

His movements came faster now; driven by something he could no longer restrain. Each motion deliberate, deep, pulling her with him into a rhythm that built quickly, relentlessly.

Again and again, he moved—sometimes slowing just enough to draw it out, only to return with more force, more urgency. The sound of their closeness filled the room, a rhythm that only grew stronger.

“Lydia… ah—”

Her name slipped from his lips as he continued, each movement more insistent than the last, as if he wanted nothing more than to lose himself completely in her.

Lydia could do nothing but respond.

Her hands restrained, her legs held open leaving her completely exposed to everything he gave her. And yet, her voice still found him, calling his name repeatedly, each sound breaking apart under the intensity.

She had lost count—of how many times she had whispered it, cried it, breathed it out between each rising wave.

His movements didn’t soften.

They remained firm. Demanding. Unrelenting.

Fast. Deep. Driven.

As if he had no intention of stopping.

Not tonight.

Even when his breath grew heavier, when quiet sounds escaped him—low, restrained—he didn’t slow. Not even when he leaned in to capture her lips again, the kiss uneven, breathless, yet just as consuming.

Lydia knew—

Cale wouldn’t stop easily.

Not yet.

The faster Cale drove into her, the more intensely he felt her body respond—tightening around him, drawing him in, pulling pleasure from him in waves. Again and again, he tipped his head back, eyes falling shut as low, heated sounds escaped him. Like a fighter refusing to yield, pushing forward in a battle where the only goal was shared ecstasy.

“Cale… let me go.” Lydia’s voice trembled. She wanted her wrists free—her movements were too limited, and she could feel herself slipping further, unable to hold back much longer.

“Ahh… ahh…”

Her breathless sounds only drove him further, urging him on.

“You feel incredible, Love,” Cale groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. This night—he knew—wouldn’t be something he could ever forget.

“Cale… I can’t—” Lydia’s voice faltered, her legs trembling beneath him, beginning to ache, yet he didn’t slow. His grip tightened at her hips, holding her firmly in place. “Ahh… Cale…”

“Keep making those sounds for me,” he murmured, tightening his hold. “Say my name.”

“Please… let me go…” Lydia pleaded softly, her voice laced with desperation.

Cale smirked faintly.

Then, without warning, he pulled away—breaking the connection between them. This time, he released her wrists, removing both the restraints and the blindfold. Only her legs remained bound.

It was exactly what he wanted.

The moment she was free, Lydia moved—fast, unrestrained now. Her eyes, still clouded with lingering heat, locked onto him as she reached for him, pulling him closer.

There was nothing gentle about it.

She kissed him deeply, urgently, as if she had been holding back for too long.

“Do it again,” she murmured between breaths, her voice low and insistent.

Cale let out a quiet chuckle. “Gladly.”

He shifted, ready to move again—but before he could, Lydia pressed against him, stopping him in place.

His brows furrowed slightly. “What is it, Love?”

A faint, knowing smile curved her lips.

Slowly, deliberately, she moved—her touch tracing downward, her movements unhurried, intentional. Her gaze remained fixed on him, watching his reaction as she drew closer.

And then, she took control.

Cale’s breath hitched, his head tipping back slightly as he let out a low sound, eyes closing for a moment as the sensation pulled from him.

“Lydia…”

Her rhythm was steady, confident—each movement precise, as if she knew exactly how to undo him the way he had undone her earlier.

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