HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 629

The faint trace of moisture she had left behind followed that path.

Intentional.

Because she knew—this would drive him further.

Her movements remained unhurried, almost languid. At times she paused, as if savoring the moment herself, before continuing—letting his touch explore the warmth of her skin.

Even through the thin fabric brushing against her, Lydia felt herself beginning to drift—caught in the rising tide of sensation. A quiet, restrained sound slipped from her lips as her head tilted back slightly, giving him more access.

Cale didn’t hesitate.

His lips returned to her neck, pressing kisses that soon deepened into something more demanding marks she was certain would linger long after tonight.

And she liked it.

Even the way his hand sometimes tightened just slightly around her neck—there was no fear in it. Only a thrill. A spark that made everything feel sharper… more alive.

“Cale…” she breathed, her voice barely there.

Her eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to every sensation he gave her. Her hand still guided his, even though it wasn’t necessary, he followed her lead anyway.

His touch drifted lower, circling slowly along the flat of her stomach, light as a feather—yet enough to send a shiver coursing through her.

He didn’t stop.

Her body responded instinctively, adjusting to make space. She shifted slightly, drawing back just enough, one leg lifting as she made room for him.

“On my shoulder, Love,” Cale murmured.

Lydia obeyed without hesitation.

Her posture opened further, and the hand that had been idle until now moved to her chest again, kneading gently, drawing another breathless sound from her lips.

And when his other hand finally reached lower. Even through the barrier between them. It was enough to make her tremble, a restrained sound escaping her as the tension within her tightened, ready to break.

“Yours is already wet, Love,” Cale murmured with a dark, teasing grin. “Should I take it off… or can you do it yourself?”

Lydia let out a soft laugh. “What do you usually do?” she teased back—only to wince slightly as his grip tightened, followed by the sudden warmth of his mouth against her.

“Easy, Cale…”

“How am I supposed to take it easy with you?” he replied that same unrestrained smirk still on his lips.

Satisfied, he finally slid the thin fabric away, discarding it somewhere without a second thought. His gaze dropped, fixed, taking in sight before him.

“This is my favorite.”

Cale smirked faintly, tasting her, taking in everything she gave him. The warmth, the scent—it had long since become addictive.

“You smell incredible,” he murmured, pausing just long enough to let his breath brush against her—deliberate, teasing—drawing a sharp reaction from her before he resumed.

His rhythm returned, steady, unrelenting. His fingers moved in sync with the way his mouth explored her, alternating between slow, deliberate strokes and something deeper, more consuming.

Lydia could only surrender to it.

Her body responded instinctively, her sounds growing softer, more desperate. Cale adjusted her position again, opening her further, giving himself more freedom—more control.

And he took it. Two fingers now, moving together, deeper, faster—while his mouth never stopped, never giving her a moment to recover. The warmth, the pressure, the relentless rhythm was driving her higher, pushing her closer to the edge.

He wasn’t done.

Not yet.

He wanted to hear it—to hear his name fall from her lips over and over again, wrapped in those breathless sounds that only she could make.

“Cale…” Lydia’s voice trembled, barely holding together.

Her eyes squeezed shut as the sensations built, wave after wave crashing over her. “Oh—keep going…”

“I’m not stopping,” he said quietly, his voice low, certain.