Page 176 of The Silent War

“You have it,” Luca whispered, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Everything. Always.”

Bastion’s hands dug into my thighs, holding me open, holding me steady, as his mouth pulled me closer and closer to the edge. My hips lifted once, shame burning through me, but he groaned like it was salvation.

“Good girl,” Luca whispered again, his mouth at my ear now, hot, relentless. “Give it to us. Show us. We need it.”

The words undid me.

My body shattered. My hand fisting in Bastion’s hair, lifting my hips, pushing myself against his mouth.

He didn’t stop. He kissed me through it, every sob, every tremor, every aftershock.

Luca held my face, kissing my cheeks, my lips, my throat. “That’s it, angel. Ours. Always ours.”

I collapsed against him, shaking, as Bastion finally lifted his head, his mouth wet, his eyes darker.

He pressed his forehead to my thigh, breathing hard. “Forever. Don’t you see? You’re forever.”

I breathed heavy into Luca’s chest, broken and burning and worshiped in ways I didn’t know I could be.

“You wore our names,” Luca whispered into my hair. “Now we’ll wear yours. Carved into us, shoulder to shoulder. To match what’s been in us since we were nineteen.”

Bastion kissed my thigh one last time, devotion, then lifted his eyes to mine. “Say yes. Just once. Say you see it.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came. Tears were all I had.

I was still trembling when Bastion lifted his head. His mouth was wet, his lips swollen, his chest heaving like he’d run a war. Luca kissed the top of my head, my temple, every tear sliding down my cheek, whispering softgood girls like each one was holy.

I should have told them to stop. I should have begged for space, for silence. But Bastion’s hands stayed on my thighs, warm, anchoring, while Luca stroked slow circles down my back, steadying me, and my body betrayed me again — aching for more.

Luca’s mouth brushed my ear. “Let us keep going, angel. Slow. Soft. Until you know there’s no end to this.”

Bastion groaned against my thigh, the sound vibrating into me. “Please. Let me take turns with him. Let us worship you together.”

Bastion slid up, kissing my stomach, reverent, while Luca eased me back into the couch cushions. His hand found mine, threading our fingers tight. “Stay with me,” he whispered, kissing my knuckles. “Stay in this moment. Just feel.”

His other hand slipped between my thighs, joining Bastion’s slow kisses. A gasp ripped out of me.

“Beautiful,” Luca murmured. His fingers stroked slow, teasing, coaxing me open. “Always so perfect for us.”

Bastion kissed higher, his mouth pressing soft circles. Lucafingers circling. His groans made my stomach clench. “So sweet. So fucking sweet.”

I arched clutching Luca’s hand.

“That’s it, baby,” Luca whispered, his mouth brushing my cheek. “Give it to us. Every sound. Every shiver. We need it.”

Bastion’s mouth closed over my clit again, but this time Luca’s fingers slipped inside, slow, deliberate, curling until my hips lifted. Relentless rhythm they built together.

“Look at us,” Luca whispered. He angled my chin until our eyes met. “We’ve waited years to have you like this again. Years of building, fighting, bleeding, all for this. For you.”

Bastion groaned low, sucking harder, his hands gripping my hips. “We never let go. Never. And now we won’t stop until you’re ours forever.”

My head fell back, the ceiling blurring. “Please?—”

“Come for daddy,” Luca kissed me hard, deep, swallowing my cries.

I shattered again, my whole body convulsing around Luca’s hand, Bastion’s mouth, the two of them relentless and reverent at once.

They didn’t stop.