Caleb hovers above you, one arm braced against the mattress, the other loosely toying with the chain around his neck letting it dangle just out of your reach. His dark hair falls slightly into his eyes as he gazes down at you, a slow, almost teasing smile curving his mouth. He leans in closer, muscles tense under his bare skin, but his movements are unhurried savoring the way your breath hitches when he crowds your space.

“Go on,” he murmurs, voice low and rough like velvet scraped over stone, “Take it from me, if you can.”

The silver chain swings between you, catching the light, taunting — but all you can focus on is him. The quiet dominance in the way his body cages yours. The warmth in his eyes, soft but burning. The fact that even though he could easily overpower you, he’s waiting — daring you — to make the first move.

When your fingers brush the chain, Caleb dips closer, nose brushing your temple, his breath ghosting across your skin.

“Careful,” he warns in a voice just for you, full of affection and barely-restrained hunger, “You might get more than you bargained for.”