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.
Alluring. Irresistible.
He closed the distance again, caging her in gently as she struggled to steady her breathing. “What is it?” he asked, softer this time. His fingers lifted, brushing along the side of her face with slow care.
But his gaze betrayed him-flickering downward, drawn to the rise and fall of her chest, following the rhythm of her uneven breaths.
Then, in one smooth motion, he lifted her onto the edge of the sink, settling her there as if it were the most natural thing in the world, making sure she was steady… comfortable.
A soft laugh slipped from Lydia as she instinctively held onto his shoulders. She knew he wouldn’t let her fall-but her body reacted anyway,
“You’re beautiful tonight,” Cale said quietly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face,
Lydia smiled faintly, “Wasn’t I beautiful before?”
Her fingers caught his hand before he could pull away, guiding it gently. She pressed his palm against
her cheek, lingering there for a moment… then moved it to the other side of her face. Finally, she brought it to her forehead-pausing, before placing a soft kiss against it.
It was a small gesture.
Simple.
But somehow… she had always loved doing that.
Cale’s hand was large-large enough to completely envelop hers. And from that hand, Lydia had come to know so many things: protection, warmth, a love that felt both immense and sincere… and even the kind of dreams she had once been too afraid to imagine becoming real. God had been kind to her life. The things she had never dared to hope for were now right in front of her.
“Always beautiful.”
Cale let her do as she pleased. In fact, this little ritual Lydia had developed over time-he remembered it clearly. Even when she tried to be distant, to keep her walls up, there were moments when her softer side slipped through.
Like now.
And to him… she looked irresistibly sweet.
It made him feel, more than ever, that she was placing her trust in him-to protect her, to hold her closer.
“Then why did you say I’m especially beautiful tonight?” Lydia pouted faintly. “Is it only tonight?”
Her gaze dropped to his hand still resting in hers. Slowly, she lifted it, her eyes rising again to meet him as she brought his fingers closer to her lips.
Her lips parted, brushing lightly against his skin before pressing a soft kiss to his fingertips.
Then-she drew one of his fingers into her mouth. The movement was slow. Deliberate. Teasing.
Her lips closed around him, the motion unmistakably suggestive-like she was savoring something she
desired.
She already knew.
She didn’t even need to look closely to understand how he was reacting to her. Just a glance had been enough to tell her-he was already losing control.
The way she moved… it wasn’t accidental.
Every shift, every pause, every glance she gave him from the corner of her eyes, she knew exactly what it was doing to him.
And she stopped only when she felt it was enough.
His finger slipped free from her lips, but she didn’t let go. Instead, she guided his hand-slowly, deliberately-down the curve of her body. From her chin… to the line of her collarbone… then lower, to the soft valley of her chest.