Page 192 of The Obedient Lie

She pulled back just enough to whisper, “Yes… I want you both to feel me.”

Luca groaned. “You will.”

We took turns with her like that—our mouths kissing her between, our hands guiding her—worshipingher, even as she learned to worshipus.

At one point, she rested her cheek on my thigh, catching her breath. Her eyes met mine—glassy and reverent.

“Is it okay if I… keep going?” she asked softly.

I stroked her cheek, thumb brushing the wetness at the corner of her mouth. “You’re doing perfect, baby.”

Luca knelt behind her again, kissing the back of her shoulder, murmuring praise while I traced her lower lip with my thumb.

“You’reoursnow,” I whispered. “And we’re going to ruin you with love.”

Her breath hitched.

And then she took me back into her mouth—like shewantedto be ruined.

Her lips were slick, swollen from the way she moved between us—eager and reverent, with that quiet, desperate hunger that made me want to hold her down and beg her to letmeworshipherin return.

She was learning us by taste.

By sound.

By every little groan we gave her in return for her effort.

Andfuck, we were barely holding it together.

I cradled her face in my palms as she circled her tongueover the tip, moaning softly like the sound was meant only for me. Then she pulled back—breathing ragged, lips slick.

“There you go,” I murmured, thumb brushing her cheek. “Let it get messy,Angel. We love you like this.”

Luca leaned in from behind her, pressing a kiss just beneath her ear.

“Don’t finish him yet,” he whispered, voice low as sin. “Not until we say so.”

She stilled—barely. Just the smallest hesitation.

But I caught it.

Her eyes flicked to mine like she needed the second heartbeat. The second anchor.

I felt it before she even spoke—that flicker.

Not doubt in us…

Just fear of getting itwrong.

Like maybe one of us would saynowand the other would saywait, and she’d be left in the middle—unsure who to follow. Afraid to fail.

I moved in gently, brushing her hair behind her ear, and settled my palm against the base of her neck.

“You want to make us feel good, don’t you?” I murmured, letting my voice drop into that deeper place. “Then let us decide when we get to come, baby.You don’t have to rush.”

She gave a tiny nod, teeth catching her bottom lip. Her thighs shifted under her like she was trying to ground herself. Trying to obey.

But still—I saw it in her eyes.