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.
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“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.
“Faster, Love…” he murmured, his voice rougher now.
She understood.
Without hesitation, she quickened her pace, her movements growing more intense, more deliberate. At
times she pulled back, only to return again, building the tension, drawing more from him with every second.
“Enough…” Cale finally said, his hand lifting to guide her back gently. “I don’t want to finish like this.”
His voice was low-but certain. And it was clear-he wasn’t done yet.
He brushed his thumb gently across Lydia’s damp lips before moving to release the bindings at her legs. Slowly, he guided her back down, making sure she was comfortable. Then, without hesitation, he parted her thighs again and slid into her-this time more urgently, more intensely, his need no longer restrained.
He moved faster now.
Driving into her with a rhythm that grew increasingly relentless, as if he couldn’t hold back anymore. And somehow… she felt even tighter, more responsive drawing him in, gripping him in a way that made him hiss under his breath.
The sensation surged through him.
And Lydia-she wasn’t any different.
“Ahh… ah-” Her head shook faintly, unable to keep still.
Each thrust pushed her further, deeper into that overwhelming edge. Her body responded uncontrollably, every movement, every sound building toward something inevitable.
Until-
“I… ah-Cale… I’m-”
A faint smirk touched Cale’s lips.
He pulled her closer, wrapping her in his arms as he moved-harder, deeper, more demanding. His pace didn’t falter, not even as her body began to tremble.
Lydia cried out, her legs instinctively tightening around him as the wave hit her-her entire body shuddering under the force of it.
Still, Cale didn’t stop.
The way she reacted, the way she tightened around him-it pushed him further, unraveling the last thread of control he had left.
His movements turned rougher, wilder, chasing that same release-
Until-“Aahh… Cale!”
Lydia’s voice broke as she reached it fully.
And moments later, Cale followed.
The intensity finally cresting, his body tensing as he held her close, everything spilling over at once. The
warmth, the closeness-it wrapped around them both, grounding and overwhelming all at once.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Only their breathing filled the space between them, uneven, heavy, still catching up.
Lydia let out a soft breath, her lips curving into a faint, satisfied smile despite her exhaustion. “You’re…
incredible.”
Cale chuckled quietly, brushing his fingers along her damp cheek. “Did you like it?”
Lydia closed her eyes for a moment, then nodded.
They remained close, still connected, letting the silence settle around them as they both caught their
breath.
“There are still two more things I haven’t used tonight, Love,” Cale murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her
forehead.
“Let’s rest first…” Lydia protested softly, her arms looping around his neck as they shifted, lying face to
face.
“Alright,” Cale said, a faint smile lingering on his lips. “I could use a break too. But not for long.” 1
Lydia let out a quiet laugh. “I’m yours. Anytime you want… I’ll be ready.”
Cale exhaled softly, his gaze softening. “My wife really knows how to make me fall for her.”
They held each other’s gaze, the intensity from moments ago settling into something warmer, deeper.
“Love you, Lydia.”
Her smile widened, softer now. She leaned in, placing a gentle kiss against his lips-this time slow,
tender.
“Love you too, Cale.”
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