Page 169 of The Obedient Lie
I climbed up.
Luca knelt beside me, brushing hair away from my face.
“You feel that? That’s not lust. That’s possession.” His hand slid down, over my ribcage, “And we’re not sorry for it.”
Bastion stood at the foot of the bed, watching me like he’d been starving — and I was the first thing he’d ever wanted to taste.
He crawled up.
One knee, then the other.
His hands braced beside my hips.
“You chose us,” he said, like a vow. “Now we show you what that means.”
And then they moved.
One on either side of me.
Not rushed.
Not greedy.
Justdeliberate.
Like they were memorizing every inch of me — every stuttered breath, every whimper, every look that said,yes, I’m yours.
Their touches weren’t fast.
They weren’t rough.
They werereverent.
Hands splayed across my stomach.
Fingers curling under my jaw.
Lips brushing across skin that hadn’t been touched like this in years —if ever.
“You’re perfect when you’re quiet like this,” Luca whispered in my ear. “But we like the way you sound when we take our time.”
Bastion kissed my collarbone — slow and burning. “Every moan, every breath… we’llearnthem.”
My thighs trembled.
Their hands anchored me.
And just when I thought I might shatter from the tension, Bastion leaned in“Look at us while we make you ours.”
I did.
I couldn’t look anywhere else.
Luca’s gaze locked with mine, holding me still while Bastion’s mouth moved lower —devastating.
Their touch wasn’t rushed.
It wasn’t desperate.
