Page 209 of The Obedient Lie

“You’re taking us like you were meant to,” I said gently. “Letting us in—deep, slow. No fear. Just love.”

“You’re doing everything right, baby,” Luca added. “Letting go for us. Giving in. Letting yourselfbe ours.”

I kissed her jaw, slow. “That’s it. Just breathe through it. We’ve got you.”

Tear ran down her cheek.

Luca caught it with his thumb, brushing it away with the gentlest touch.

“Is it starting to hurt, baby?” he whispered, voice thick with awe.

She nodded, barely.

“Aww, it’s okay,” I murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. “You’re doing so fucking good. Taking it for us.”

“Our sweet girl,” Luca whispered, pressing his chest to her back. “Hurting just a little… splitting open for her daddies.”

“You’re letting us fill every inch of you,” I breathed. “Letting it ache so we canownyou.”

She whimpered again, and I felt her clench—her body trying to hold both of us, trying topleaseboth of us.

“Look at her,” Luca said, voice wrecked. “Still giving. Still opening.”

I slid my hand down, brushing across her stomach, then lower—until my fingers found her clit, swollen and slick with everything we’d given her.

She gasped, her back arching between us.

“Oh, baby…” I groaned. “You’reshaking.So sensitive. So ready.”

Luca reached around, his hand cupping one of her breasts, thumb flicking gently across her nipple.

She cried out—soft and raw.

“There it is,” he murmured. “That sound. That’s what we live for.”

“You feel that?” I whispered, circling her clit slowly as she tried to hold still. “That pressure building? That stretch? That’slove,baby. That’s us giving you everything.”

“Lean back into me,” he whispered. “Let it feel good now, baby. You’ve earned that. You’re taking all of us—let usgivesomething back.”

She did. Her spine arched softly, head tipping against Luca’s shoulder as her breath shook apart.

“God, you’re perfect,” I breathed, watching her surrender. “Still holding us… still begging without a word.”

I bent down and took her nipple into my mouth—slow, deliberate—drawing a moan from deep in her throat as her body clenched again.

Luca groaned behind her. “She’s so fucking sensitive,” he murmured, his hand gliding lower.

I let my hand slide away, and he took over—fingers slipping between her thighs, circling her clit.

“Shh,” Luca soothed. “Let it build. Don’t fight it, baby. You’ve taken the pain for us… now take the pleasure too.”

“You feel that?” I kissed along her chest, “That’s us loving you the only way we know how. Deep. Possessive. All at once.”

I dragged my tongue in a slow circle, then took her nipple fully into my mouth—sucking harder this time, flicking it with just enough pressure to make her cry out. She arched into it.

Luca’s hand was still between her thighs, stroking her clit in smooth, precise motions.

“God, you’re soaked,” he groaned against her neck. “You like it when we push you, don’t you? When it hurts and feels good at the same time?”