Page 182 of The Silent War
They froze—Luca’s mouth still against me, Bastion’s breath catching sharp against my ear.
My chest heaved. “That kiss. The night of the fire. That was the first time I ever chose something for myself.”
Bastion forehead pressing to my shoulder. Luca kissing the inside of my thigh softly.
“My twins,” I whispered.
Their reactions wrecked me—Bastion’s tremble, Luca’s desperate groan, their devotion flooding every inch of me.
“Come for us, baby,” Bastion begged, holding me wider, keeping me open. “Gush all over him,” he growled, his hand sliding lower to stroke my stomach.
Luca moaned, pulling me tighter against his mouth. “That’s it, angel. Be good for Daddy. Give it to me.”
I shattered, my body breaking apart, heat flooding as my climax tore through me. I clenched Bastion’s forearm, anything I could hold.
Luca groaned hard, sucking me down, his tongue lapping every wave, his fingers working me, coaxing me until my thighs shook helplessly in Bastion’s grip.
“That’s it—” Luca groaned, his voice wrecked, his mouth still fingering me. “Good girl. Filling Daddy’s mouth. Just like that.”
My body was still trembling when Bastion shifted holding me to him. My thighs were sore from how hard he’d held me open for Luca, and I was still shaking when he pushed slowly, sliding back inside.
I clenched around him, the aftershocks crashing into new waves. Luca caught my mouth at the same moment, kissing me through it, swallowing my cries.
Bastion’s groan broke at my ear. “We’re both going to fuck you now. Nice and slow. Maybe brutal here and there, but you’ll take it all, won’t you? Because?—”
“I’m yours,” I cut him off, I moved back against his thrust, slow, needy. “I’m all yours.”
They both froze, just for a beat, their breaths crashing into mine.
“My twins,” I whispered, reaching up with one hand to curl it around the back of Luca’s neck, pulling his face down to mine.
“My daddies,” I whispered again, dragging Bastion’s face close with my other hand, my arm trembling around his neck until both of them pressed into either side of me.
“My husbands.”
Something changed instantly. The possession in their eyes went lethal. Dangerous.
“Fuck,” Luca groaned, his forehead pressed to mine. “There goes any chance of slow, baby.”
Bastion’s answer was a deep, brutal thrust that made me cry out, my nails digging into his back and Luca’s neck.
“I’ll take it,” I gasped, needy. “I’ll be good.”
They both went tense at once — a silence heavy enough to cut.
“Bend over,” Bastion’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me down to the mattress. “Ass nice and high in the air for Daddy.”
I obeyed, trembling, bracing against the sheets.
Luca’s hand came to my face, tilting me until my cheek pressed into the mattress but my eyes still locked on him. His gaze was dark, burning.
“Say it again,” his thumb brushing my lips.
Bastion’s grip bruising at my hips. I looked at Luca, my voice breaking as I gave them the words again.
Bastion slammed deep over and over, his groan wrecked. Until he pulled me back. Holding me pressed to his back, his breath hot against my neck.
Luca’s hand came to my cheek, steady, stroking with his thumb. His eyes searched mine, sharp but soft, grounding me in a way the brutal pace couldn’t.
