Gentleman in the Streets, Animal in the Sheets
Caleb’s usual calm masks a darker, more primal side in bed. He’s gentle at first, but once you give him the green light? He devours you. Slow, intense, and passionate—he makes you feel like the center of his universe, because you are.
He adores dressing you up—especially in lace, silk, or anything sheer. He’ll slowly slide his fingers under the fabric, murmuring praise with a low voice:
“You wore this for me? You know I won’t be able to hold back…”
Caleb’s voice is dangerous—smooth, low, and deliberate. He loves talking you through every sensation, praising you while he ruins you. Every word drips with worship. If you whimper his name? He’ll smile and murmur it back like a promise.
He wants to see every flicker of pleasure in your eyes. Caleb lives for that intimate connection—he’ll tilt your chin, keep your gaze locked with his as he slowly sinks inside you. “Look at me, honey. Let me see how good I make you feel.”
He doesn't act jealous. He simply reminds you you’re his—with kisses so deep they leave you breathless, hands gripping your hips tightly, marks on your neck that peek out just enough. Elegant obsession is his language of love.
He loves going down on you. He treats it like a sacred act, eyes closed as he loses himself in it. You’ll be shaking by the time he’s done, and he won’t stop until you’re completely unraveled.
Deep & Slow First, Rough Later
Caleb starts slow, savoring every movement. But if you beg or cling to him? That restraint shatters. He’ll pin your wrists gently above your head and thrust deep, hard, and possessively until you can barely speak his name.
He’s doting—wipes you down with warm cloths, kisses your forehead, wraps you in his shirt. He won’t let you lift a finger. If you fell apart in his arms, he’ll hold you close, whispering how perfect and loved you are.
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