Naya's words hung in the air like a soft thunder—quiet, yet world-shaking.
"Caleb, eat me."
A beat passed. Then another.
Her breath trembled in her chest, her arms stiff at her sides, every inch of her skin alive with sensation. She wasn't just embarrassed anymore. She was terrified. Not of Caleb—but of what she was surrendering.
Caleb didn't move at first. He simply watched her—his expression unreadable, lips slightly parted. The shadows that danced over his sculpted body seemed to pull him into another realm, somewhere between restraint and hunger.
His heart was pounding too.
Not from lust—at least, not only lust.
This wasn't just about the system or the mission anymore. This wasn't just another seduction. For the first time since awakening in this new world, Caleb felt something more than strategy or desire.
He was falling. Hard.
"Naya," he said her name gently, like it was fragile in his mouth. "You don't have to do anything you're not ready for."
