Chapter 630
His movements grew faster, more precise, his rhythm tightening, pushing her further, higher. He could feel how her body responded, how everything was drawing inward, tightening around him.
She was close.
Very close.
“Ahh-Cale!” her hand tangled in his hair, gripping tighter as her body arched.
“I-I’m… I’m close…”
That was all he needed.
His pace quickened, his touch relentless now, driving her straight to the edge without mercy.
Until-He felt it. The subtle tremor. The way her body reacted, tightening, breaking-and then letting go.
“Cale!”
Because he wasn’t ready to stop, Cale kept moving inside her, unhurried, deliberating his touch blending with the warmth and slickness that had only grown more intense.
“That’s enough…” Lydia whimpered softly, her hand catching his wrist, gently trying to push him away.
“Not yet.”
Even so, he withdrew his fingers-only to replace them with something else. His mouth returned, slow, thorough, leaving nothing untouched. Lydia closed her eyes, surrendering completely. A light sheen of sweat formed along her skin, her breathing gradually steadying-though the sensations below still hadn’t faded. She knew… he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied.
Lydia let herself be carried when Cale lifted her again. Partly because of the lingering weakness in her body… and partly because she already knew where he was taking her.
To bed.
“My way or your way?” Cale asked as he set her down carefully. He leaned in, pressing a brief kiss to her lips, the ones he hadn’t fully tasted yet tonight. The soft redness there was tempting… but truthfully, he had been far too distracted by everything else,
Lydia paused for a moment before answering in a quiet whisper, “Your way.”
The smirk on Cale’s lips deepened. “Of course. I’ve been wanting to use them for a while now.”
Lydia let out a soft laugh, loosening her hold around his neck for a moment. “But… don’t be too rough.”
That earned a low chuckle from him. “Alright.”
Once again, Lydia let him carry her, settling her at the edge of the bed. From that moment on, her eyes
never left him-watching, waiting, anticipating what he would do next.
Including…
When he reached for something on the bedside table.
A pair of cuffs.
“You’re… seriously going to use those?” Lydia asked, her earlier confidence wavering just slightly.
“I told you I’ll take it slow.” Cale’s lips curved faintly. “So… lie down, my love,” he murmured, the words brushing right against her lips.
“Are you going to cover my eyes too?”
He nodded, completely certain. “Yes.” His smile carried something deeper now. “I like it when you can’t do anything… and then when I let you go, you turn into something much more dangerous.”
Lydia clicked her tongue softly, but she didn’t refuse. Instead, she allowed him to place the soft fabric over her eyes, letting the darkness settle in.
“Your hands,” Cale said.
Lydia lifted them without hesitation.
“Make sure it doesn’t hurt,” she added quietly, her tone softer now.
“Tell me if it does.”
Cale lowered her gently onto the bed, positioning her at the center. He secured her’legs with another length of soft fabric, fastening it carefully to the frame-leaving her thighs parted, open. Beneath her hips, he placed a soft pillow, making sure she was comfortable.
It didn’t stop there.
Her wrists, now bound, were secured to the headboard-held in place, just as he wanted.
When he was done, he paused, taking a step back,
And smiled.
Satisfied.
Standing over her, Cale took his time-his gaze tracing every curve of her body. Even with the delicate fabric still clinging to her, it felt almost unnecessary. Yet somehow… it made everything more enticing. The color, the way it framed her figure, it only heightened the effect.
Leaning down, he pressed a slow kiss to her lips, still slightly swollen, still warm.
And this time… he didn’t rush.
A faint smirk curved Cale’s lips at his own actions. He pressed another featherlight kiss against her skin,
occasionally following it with a soft breath that sent a shiver through her.
The effect was immediate.
Lydia’s body arched and shifted restlessly beneath him, her movements almost as if she wanted to escape the sensation-yet Cale knew better. He knew he couldn’t stop.
Because she liked it.
He could hear it in the way she breathed his name, soft and teasing, slipping from her lips without restraint.
Right at the edge of her thighs, he paused.
Using his fingertips-already warmed, already familiar-he made sure she was ready, tracing carefully, deliberately… preparing her for what would come next.
And then-
“Oh-!”
Without warning, his tongue returned, slow and unrelenting, tracing her again, over and over, before focusing where she was most sensitive. He lingered there, drawing out every reaction, until he was certain she was ready.
Only then did he stop.
A soft, almost disappointing sound escaped Lydia before she could hold it back.
Cale smiled.
“Waiting for something, Love?” he asked, his fingers brushing gently over her flushed cheek.
“Yes…” Lydia admitted quietly, shifting her body just enough to show she didn’t want to wait any longer.
“Don’t move too much-you’ll hurt your arms,” Cale warned, his tone low but firm.
“I’m waiting for you…” she murmured, her voice catching slightly as his hand returned to her, drawing another soft reaction from her lips.
“Be patient.”