Chapter 627
I’ve written a sex scene for Lydia and Cale. I hope I pulled it off. Please let me know if it’s not quite right or if it needs improvement
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“Yes,” Lydia answered softly. “I trust you.”
As Cale closed the distance again, Lydia took the chance to ease herself free just a little. “Um… don’t rush. I’m not going anywhere.”
A faint smirk tugged Cale’s lips. “I know.”
“In that case, let me get ready.” Lydia lightly pressed her hand against his chest. “You already prepared that nightgown, didn’t you? It would be a waste not to use it.”
Cale smiled, running his tongue briefly over his lips. “You’re right.” His gaze flicked toward the red lace nightgown resting on the bed-irresistibly alluring. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining just how beautiful Lydia would look wearing it.
In the end, he loosened his hold on her.
But before fully stepping back, he leaned in slightly and murmured, “Take your time… because I have a feeling tonight is going to be a long one.”
Then he walked away just like that-his phone suddenly ringing, almost as if it knew Lydia needed a moment to breathe before everything began.
“Oh my God…” Lydia exhaled, long and unsteady. “Why is he like that?”
It wasn’t her first night with Cale, and yet… tonight, he felt different. Was it because they were finally, officially husband and wife?
She didn’t know.
But one thing was certain-Cale’s warning wasn’t something she could take lightly.
After calming herself a little, Lydia reached for the nightgown on the bed. She studied it for a moment, a faint smile forming. The cut was undeniably revealing.
And because of that… an idea slipped into her mind. The fabric in her hands left very little to the imagination-but she was certain it would be enough to draw Cale in, to pull them both into the heat that was already quietly building.
With a knowing smile, she headed into the spacious bathroom. The nightgown now clung to her frame, delicate and daring. She took out her makeup kit from her suitcase, carefully cleansing her face before reapplying a light touch-just enough to enhance, not overpower, Subtle… but she knew it would be impossible for him to look away.
“Love?”
When it was just the two of them, Cale always called her that.
At first, Lydia had refused-it felt too sweet, too different from the sometimes-infuriating man he could be. Cale had resisted changing it, claiming it was one of the many ways to keep their relationship
romantic.
The excuse had made her laugh back then. But over time… she had grown used to it. And somehow… it did feel sweet. Especially when he said it like that-only when they were alone.
“Love, are you done yet?”
Cale called again, a little louder this time.
Lydia smiled at herself but didn’t answer. Instead, she focused on fixing her hair, combing it slowly after applying a bit of hair serum-not just to keep it healthy, but to leave behind a soft, enticing scent.
“Love? What are you doing in there?” His voice came again, now accompanied by the sound of approaching footsteps.
Lydia didn’t need to turn around to know-In just a moment, he would be right behind her. As expected, it didn’t take long after that sound reached Lydia’s ears before Cale stepped into the bathroom.
She stood in front of the sink, absently playing with the ends of her hair. Their eyes met through the wide mirror before them.
And Lydia knew-she knew exactly-when his gaze began to drift, slowly tracing every curve of her body. What had once been hidden beneath her wedding dress… she was now revealing, deliberately.
Her bare back stretched smooth and exposed, interrupted only by thin straps that barely held the delicate fabric in place. The nightgown covered so little that even she could feel how incomplete it was, how little it concealed. Even her hips felt only half-covered.
When she leaned forward slightly-just as she was now-she was certain he could see the subtle curve of her body more clearly. Even with the thin fabric beneath, it felt as though she was wearing nothing at
all.
Her shoulders were completely bare.
The neckline dipped low-so low she could see her own reflection in the mirror, the silk barely covering what it should.
The lingerie, soft and smooth against her skin, ended high along her thighs. Designed in a way that, rather than concealing, only made everything more tempting, 1
She wore nothing else-except the faint trace of perfume she had just applied once more, her signature scent now lingering in the air, wrapping the room in something unmistakably hers.
Cale, from the moment he stepped inside, had gone still.
He had imagined her like this countless times-Lydia without restraint, without barriers. Even more than that… he had pictured her slowly shedding every layer herself, piece by piece, until there was nothing left.
And yet, even now-
He could never have enough of looking at her.
Slowly, he moved behind her.
His hand brushed against her hip, gentle at first, as though testing whether she would pull away. The position she held… it felt almost intentional, as if she had invited him closer without saying a word.
His touch lingered, then shifted fingers gliding along the curve of her thigh, slow, deliberate. Exploring, claiming, until he reached the place where her body responded most.
A soft breath escaped Lydia’s lips.
“Did you do this on purpose, Love?” Cale murmured, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He leaned closer, his voice lowering into a whisper against the hollow of her neck.
Her hair had fallen over one side, leaving the other exposed-unguarded.
And Cale took full advantage of it. His lips brushed lightly against her skin, feather-soft at first, before the touch deepened, slow and deliberate, his teeth grazing just enough to leave a lingering sensation.
“No,” Lydia replied, though her smile betrayed her as she caught her lower lip between her teeth.