Page 167 of The Obedient Lie
And still Bastion didn’t touch me where I needed it.
He justkissedme, lips so close I could feel the heat of him.
“I could live on this,” he said softly. “Just you. Just your taste. You know that, baby?”
My breath hitched.
And then helickedme.
One slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue — up, over, and back again — like he was learning me.
I moaned, legs starting to shake, and Luca’s grip on my waist tightened.
“Hold her open,” Bastion ordered.
Luca did without hesitation, dragging my thighs wider from behind, his handsfirm and possessive.
Bastion groaned against me. “Good fucking girl.”
And then he devoured me.
Tongue, lips, — he didn’t give me space to think, to breathe, to question.
Every motion was slow but certain, building and backing off, driving me up and pulling me down until I waspanting.
His tongue circled, then flicked, then dragged slow and hard until I was crying out.
Then he stopped.
Completely.
“Please—”
“Not yet,” Bastion murmured, mouth still hot on my skin.
Luca’s voice was darker now. “You want to come, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Then beg.”
My head dropped back against him, my breath broken. “Please…”
“Use our names,” Bastion said, tongue flicking once — lightly,cruelly.“Say it right.”
“Please, Bastion. Luca —please,I need to?—”
“Need to what?” Luca whispered against my ear.
“Need to come.”
“For who?”
“For you,” I gasped.
“Say it.”
“For my daddies.”
