Page 123 of The Silent War

“Daddy’s perfect girl,” Luca praised, kissing my jaw as he guided my hips. “Don’t rush. Take your time. So wet dripping all over us.”

“Don’t hide it, angel. That’s Daddy’s favorite mess. All yours, all ours.”

Luca’s fingers slid down, circling my clit slow, coaxing the tremors harder. “Good girl. That’s it. Let it come. You’ve been holding back so long for us—now give it to us.”

My face burned, shame and need tangling. “I can’t—I’m?—”

“Shh.” Bastion kissed me hard, swallowing the words. “Yes, you can. That’s Daddy’s girl. That’s what we wanted. Give it to us.”

“Don’t fight it, baby,” Luca whispered, pressing his mouth to my throat, his fingers rubbing faster, firmer. “Finish on us. Make a mess. Show us how perfect you are.”

The praise broke me. My nails digging into Bastion’s shoulders, my head dropping back against Luca’s chest.

“That’s it,” Bastion groaned, holding me tight. “Come for your daddies. Gush all over us. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Perfect,” Luca hands stroking down my stomach to sootheme. “That’s it, sweetheart. You gave us everything. Our good girl.”

Bastion brushed his mouth against mine, voice rough. “Angel… can we move?”

Luca’s lips pressed to my shoulder, softer. “Only if you want it, baby. Tell your daddies.”

“Yes. Please.”

They groaned together, a sound so deep it made my chest tighten.

“Good girl,” Bastion whispered, kissing me again as they started slow. Just small rolls of their hips, easing me into motion. “Breathe for Daddy. You’re doing perfect. Let us carry the weight.”

Luca’s hand stroked my hip. “That’s it, baby. Take us slow. Feel every inch. You’re safe in our hands.”

“Faster,” I begged. “Deeper—please.”

They both groaned, muscles straining with the effort of holding back.

“You sure, angel?” Bastion asked, his thumb brushing my jaw, tilting my face to his. “It might hurt.”

“It won’t. I need it.”

Luca’s smirk curved against my neck, his hand sliding down between my thighs, spreading me wider.

Bastion shifting his grip, pushing my legs wider apart. “Stay open for us. Don’t close. Be our good girl.”

The angle changed, deeper, harder, and I screamed—but not from pain. My body clenched, pleasure ripping through me so sharp it made tears spill.

“That’s it,” Luca coaxed, kissing them away as fast as they fell. “Doesn’t hurt, does it? You love it. You love being split open for us.”

“Yes—God, yes.”

Bastion’s jaw tightened, his thrusts harder now, pace breaking. “You’re ruining us, angel. We can’t hold much longer if you keep taking us like this.”

They repositioned me, lifting, angling, moving my body with their strength until they found more movement—one hand braced under my thigh, the other gripping my hip. Every thrust hit sharper, deeper, every sound I made coaxed heavier praise.

“Harder,” I begged, voice breaking. “Please, Daddies—I need it.”

Bastion’s jaw flexed, his thrust slowing instead of quickening. “Careful, angel. We told you—like this, it could hurt.”

“I don’t care,” I gasped, rocking my hips anyway, trying to chase it. “I want it.”

They both groaned, deep, that made me shiver.