Page 122 of The Silent War

“Don’t be sorry, angel,” Bastion murmured, low. “It’s just your body, overwhelmed.”

“Good girl,” Luca whispered at my ear. “You’re doing perfect. Let us hold you. Let us carry the weight until you’re ready.”

They didn’t push. They waited, their bodies trembling with restraint I could feel in the way their muscles locked. I trembled too, one hand fisting in Bastion’s shoulder, the other curling tight around Luca’s neck as I leaned back against him.

“Breathe for us,” Luca coaxed, brushing kisses against my temple. “When you’re ready, baby, push down just a little. That’s all.”

I swallowed hard, heart racing, then pressed down just a bit. The stretch made me gasp, my head falling back against Luca’s shoulder.

“Good girl,” Bastion praised, brushing his thumb across my thigh. “So good for Daddy. So brave.”

Luca’s fingers slid between my thighs, soft circles on my clit, coaxing me through the ache. Bastion’s hand cupped my breast, thumb teasing over my nipple until my back arched.

I pushed down again, inch by inch. My head dropped forward, pressing into Bastion’s shoulder.

He caught my chin, tilting my face up, his eyes heavy and reverent. “Look at me, angel. That’s it. Eyes on Daddy. You’re perfect. Keep going.”

My whole body trembled, tears prickling. Bastion kissed them away, thumb swiping the tear from my cheek. “That’s it, baby. Take your time. We’re not going anywhere.”

Their hands stayed strong, holding me when I faltered, keeping me safe when I stopped. Every praise, every kiss made it easier.

And then—I pushed all the way down.

The stretch split me, filled me, made me cry out, but their arms gripped tighter, holding me like I might break. Their muscles were tight, bodies shaking with the restraint

“Fuck—look at her,” Luca groaned, kissing the side of my throat. “Taking us both. So perfect. Our angel.”

Bastion’s forehead pressed to mine. “Good girl. Daddy’s good girl. You feel how deep we are? You made us yours.”

They kissed me—Luca’s mouth hot at my neck, Bastion’s lips against mine—as I started to move, rocking slow, my body finding rhythm.

“Don’t rush, baby,” Luca whispered, guiding my hips in slow circles. “Savor it.”

“Perfect,” Bastion murmured, kissing me harder. “You’re so perfect. Rock slow, angel. Let us feel every inch of you.”

Every nerve burned, stretched so full I could hardly breathe, but their hands never left me. Bastion’s grip steady at my waist, Luca’s arms locked around me, holding every inch of my trembling weight.

“Easy, angel,” Bastion murmured, kissing the corner of my mouth. “You’ve got us both now. Perfect girl. Just let your body learn it.”

“You’re doing so well,” Luca coaxed at my ear, his breath hot. “Daddy’s proud of you. You’re taking more than anyone else ever could. Because you’re ours.”

I trembled, clinging to them both, too overwhelmed to think, too needy to stop.

“Move for us, baby,” Bastion whispered, brushing a tear from my cheek, his thumb stroking gentle. “Don’t wait on us. Show your daddies how much you want it.”

Luca’s fingers traced my hip, coaxing. “Rock slow. That’s it. Just a little. Let us feel how sweet you are when you give yourself to us.”

I swallowed hard, dropped my head back to Luca’s shoulder, and moved—just a small roll of my hips, a slow press down against them.

They groaned in unison, their restraint breaking around the edges.

“Good girl,” Bastion growled, his lips catching mine. “Fuck, you’re perfect. You don’t even know what you’re doing to us.”

Luca kissed the side of my throat. “She knows. Our girl knows exactly how to ruin us. Look at her, moving for us, dripping for us.”

I rocked again, finding a rhythm, trembling with every drag, every inch. Their bodies shook against me, but they held back, letting me control it, letting me show them I could.

“That’s it, angel,” Bastion coaxed, his hand stroking down my back. “Ride us. Nice and slow. Make us feel how good you are.”