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I circled her slowly with the pad of my finger, letting her adjust to the pressure before easing the tip inside.

Her ass tightened immediately.

“Breathe, Mouse. Let me work you open.”

She exhaled against the sheets, and I kept the pressure steady rather than forcing my way past the resistance. When her body finally loosened enough to accept me, I pushed deeper.

Her hips shifted.

“That is a strange feeling.”

“It won’t be the strangest thing you feel before I’m finished.”

“That was not reassuring.”

“It wasn’t meant to be.”

The quiet laugh she gave me took some of the tension out of her, and I eased my finger in and out, stretching her a little more with each pass until her body stopped fighting the intrusion. Only then did I add more lube and begin stretching her with a second.

She sucked in a breath.

“Lachlan.”

“I know. Take your time.”

I moved carefully, watching the way her body responded instead of trying to hurry her toward what I wanted. The resistance eased by degrees until she began pushing subtly into my hand rather than away from it.

“That’s it. You’re opening beautifully for me.”

She made a low sound into the sheets that did nothing for my patience.

I withdrew my fingers and reached for the plug from the box.

Isabella glanced over her shoulder. “You’re actually using that?”

“That’s why I bought it.”

“I thought perhaps the box was decorative.”

“After tonight, you should know me better than that.”

I lubricated the plug thoroughly and pressed the narrow tip against her. She tensed again when I began easing it inside, but this time she knew how to breathe through the pressure. I took it slowly until the widest part passed through the tight ring of muscle and the plug settled into place.

Her eyes widened.

“Oh.”

I ran my palm over her ass. “Still questioning the beginner label?”

“I’m withholding judgment.”

“You do that.”

I kept the plug in while I slid my other hand between her thighs and found her still soaked from everything I’d denied her earlier. Her hips rocked the instant my fingers brushed her clit.

That interested me far more than her attempt at composure.

I kept the plug in while I touched her, letting the unfamiliar fullness become part of the arousal instead of the only thing she could concentrate on. By the time I slipped two fingers into her pussy and curled them, she was moving against my hand again.