Page 175 of The Silent War
“It is,” Luca said firmly, pulling back just enough to press his forehead to mine. “It always was.”
Bastion’s fingers spread at my hips, holding me steady. “We want to carry you, baby. On our skin. On our souls. The way you’ve carried us all this time.”
My whole body betrayed me, leaning into them, aching for the truth even as my mind reeled.
Bastion kissed higher, so close it broke something inside me. Luca kissed me again, swallowing the sound, his tongue tracing devotion into me.
“Not a cage,” Luca whispered against my mouth. “A crown.”
“Not a secret,” Bastion murmured into my skin. “A vow.”
My body burned under Bastion’s mouth. I couldn’t stop shaking.
“You’re ours,” Bastion said. “Always were. Always will be.”
And as their mouths and hands worshipped me, as their voices carved promises into the cracks of my chest, I believed them.
Even through the tears. Even through the shock. Even through the ache of years I thought I’d been left behind.
I believed them.
Because I could feel it, raw and unrelenting, in every kiss and every word.
Chapter Fifty-Four
EMILIA
Their words still rang through me, raw and unreal.
You’ve worn our names for years. Now we’ll wear yours. Tattooed shoulder to shoulder. Forever.
I should’ve pushed them away. I should’ve demanded space, demanded time to process. But my body didn’t listen. It leaned into them, burning, trembling, caught in their gravity like I’d never left it.
Bastion’s mouth pressed into my thigh again, his hands heavy at my hips.
Luca’s lips brushed mine again. “Let us take you there, angel. Let us show you.”
“Let us prove it.” Bastion added
Luca thumb stroked my jaw, tilting my face back to his.
Bastion kissed higher, his mouth grazing so close. “Please. Let me worship you.” He lifted his head just enough to meet my eyes, his own dark, desperate.
The wordworshipmade something inside me crack.
I nodded, barely, trembling. That was all it took.
Bastion bent back down, his mouth closing over me with areverence that stole the air from my lungs. Slow, steady, unrelenting. His tongue moved against my clit, circling, pressing.
My hand went to his hair, clutching without meaning to.
Luca kissed my temple. “Good girl. Just let it happen. Just feel.”
Bastion’s mouth was merciless and tender all at once, every stroke a vow. Luca’s hands steadied me, one on my cheek, one sliding down my back, grounding me as my body betrayed every defense I’d built.
“So fucking beautiful when you come for us.”Bastion groaned against me, the vibration stealing another cry from my throat.
“Please—” I didn’t even know what I was asking for.
