Page 92 of The Silent War

Bastion chuckled against my ear, the sound rough. “She’ll beg for more.”

They grinned at each other over my body, and the thought made my stomach clench, my walls tightening around Bastion. He groaned, his thrusts stuttering. “Hear that? She likes it. Our angel’s dripping because we’re planning how to take care of her.”

I gasped, voice breaking. “How… how are you so—” The words tangled, my face burning. “So hard, so ready?”

They both went still. Bastion’s thrusts slowed, Luca’s fist froze around himself. For a moment, all I could hear was the water.

Then Bastion’s lips brushed my ear. “Because we haven’t touched anyone else.”

Luca’s voice followed. “Three years, Emilia. Three fucking years. You’re the only one we’ve ever needed.”

My chest tightened painfully. “Don’t—don’t lie to me. Please.”

Luca caught my face in his free hand, tilting me until I was forced to meet his eyes. They were wild. “Does it look like we’re lying?”

I swallowed hard, unable to speak, because no—it didn’t. His truth burned so fierce I could barely hold it.

Bastion groaned into my neck, thrusting harder now, desperate. “Ours. You’ve always been ours. We weren’t made for anyone else. Just you.”

Luca pressed his forehead to mine. “We starved withoutyou. We lived off the memory of you. No one else, angel. Never.”

The words wrecked me. My body clutching around Bastion as if to prove them right.

“Good girl,” Bastion whispered fiercely. “That’s it. Take me. Take us.”

Bastion groaned, grinding deep as I shattered, my release pulsing around him. He cursed low, his rhythm breaking as he finished, spilling inside me.

But he didn’t let go. He stayed buried, his arms locked around me, his lips dragging over my face. “Mine. Always ours. I’ll never stop loving you.”

Luca’s hand closed around my waist, easing me forward. Bastion kissed me one last time, then slowly pulled out, groaning as he did.

“Turn,” Luca ordered softly. His hands guided me, lifting me into his arms. My legs wrapped around him instinctively. He pressed me to the tile, lined himself up, and slid into me with one sure stroke.

“Fuck,” Luca groaned, burying himself deep. “She’s still clenching from you brother. Our angel, is going to kill us.”

Bastion’s hand stroked my hair back, his lips brushing my temple. “Good girl. Take him too. Show us how perfect you are.”

Luca’s thrusts were slow at first, deliberate, his forehead pressed to mine. His voice dropped into a hoarse whisper. “Three years, and I dreamed of this every night. Not just the way you feel, but the way you look at me. Like I was still yours.”

“You are,” I gasped. “You both are.”

Bastion groaned, his hand closing around my throat—not tight, just grounding. “Say it again.”

“You’re mine.” My voice broke. “You’re both mine.”

Luca cursed, thrusting harder, his control fraying. “Good girl. Say our names while I fuck you.”

“Luca,” I sobbed. “Bastion.”

My body broke again, tighter, louder, sobbing into Luca’s mouth as he swallowed my cries. He groaned deep, hips grinding, and spilled inside me, holding me tight as if he’d never let me go.

When he pulled back, Bastion was already there, lifting me between them. My body dropped but they held me up together—one arm each, hands steady.

“Twice each,” Luca said, voice raw.

Bastion grinned against my temple. “She can take it.”

“I can,” I whispered. “Please—don’t stop.”