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She's perfect. And she doesn't even see it.

She shifts slightly, her thighs pressing together like she's trying to shield herself from my attention. Like she still doesn't know how fucking divine she looks laid out before me.

"You're perfect," I murmur, voice thick, heavy with possession. "And you're going to let me show you just how much."

She exhales shakily, shifting, her knees drawing apart slightly.

Fuck, yes.

"Take it," I say, my voice rough, demanding. "Slide it inside you."

Her breath catches. But she listens.

She moves the toy lower, brushing it between her slick folds, teasing herself, dragging it over her clit until she's squirming, needy, desperate.

Her lips part, a soft moan spilling from them, and I tighten my grip on the remote, barely restraining myself.

She spreads herself open, the soft, wet sound making my cock twitch in my sweatpants.

Her breath shakes. Then, finally—she does it.

She guides the toy inside, inch by inch, her head tipping back against the pillow, her lips parting on a moan.

Fuck.

Her body arches, her breath coming in shaky little pants, her thighs trembling as she adjusts to the sensation.

I don't turn it on yet. I make her wait. I let her feel it, let her body adjust, let the anticipation build until I can see it—the desperation.

She bites her lip, shifting slightly, adjusting,growing impatient.

"Caleb," she whimpers.

"Good girl."

I take a steadying breath, adjusting the remote in my hand, my finger hovering over the power button.

"Relax for me, pretty girl," I murmur. "This is about you."

She exhales a breathy little giggle, shifting against the pillows.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to relax when you're talking to me like this."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm..." Her voice trails off, eyes shifting away, avoiding mine.

"Like you're what?" I press gently.

"Like I'm..." She swallows, then finally meets my gaze again, her cheeks flaming. "Like I'm something to be worshipped."

My fingers tighten around the remote.

"You are," I say simply.

She lets out a breath.

"Touch yourself."