Page 81 of The Silent War
Luca didn’t even glance toward the decks below. “What party?”
I smirked against her shoulder. “Didn’t notice one.”
She exhaled, half a laugh, half a protest. “You two can’t just pretend it doesn’t exist.”
“We can,” Luca said, sliding his hand lower over her back, thumb brushing just above the line of her bikini.
“Already did,” I muttered, my palm spreading at her hip under the water.
Her body stiffened, then softened—like she wanted to push us away and lean in at the same time. “You’re impossible.”
“Mm…our girl,” I murmured, lips brushing her ear. “Ours, even when you try to run polite.”
Luca angled her chin, stole another kiss, slow.
I slipped my hand lower, sliding beneath the thin band at her hip. “Good girl,” I whispered. “Always letting us in.”
She gasped, head tipping back against my shoulder. “Bastion?—”
“Say stop,” I breathed against her throat. “Or let me keep touching.”
Her answer was silence, broken by the way her thighs parted under the water.
Luca’s hand followed mine, slipping under her other hip. His palm curved against the top of her thigh, thumb tracing just beneath the bikini edge. “Angel,” he whispered, “you’re too perfect like this.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, but her words came shaky. “Someone… someone could see?—”
“No one’s here,” I said, nipping her ear. “Only us. Only yours.”
She whimpered, and the sound tore something in me open.
“Our angel,” Luca praised, kissing the corner of her mouth between words. “Still blushing like it’s the first time.”
I slid my fingers over her hipbone, dipping lower until I brushed her clit.
“Good girl,” I groaned. “Letting Daddy in.”
Her nails scraped against Luca’s chest, gripping like she needed the anchor. “I shouldn’t?—”
“Shouldn’t what?” Luca kissed her throat. “Shouldn’t want us? Shouldn’t let yourself be ours?” He kissed her harder. “Baby, you were made for this.”
I pushed a finger inside her, slow, coaxing. “Made for us,” I echoed.
Her lips parted on a moan, and she tried to smother it, but Luca caught it with his mouth, swallowing every sound.
She trembled, caught between us, between protest and surrender.
I moved my hand with excruciating patience. Fuck. We had to go slow. But the way she arched back into me made it near impossible.
Luca broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against her cheek, “Be a good girl and let us have you. Here. Now. Let the whole ocean know you’re ours.”
Her body trembled between us, her head caught between Luca’s mouth and my shoulder.
I worked my fingers slow. Not taking. Worshipping. Then she clenched around me, every shift of her hips breaking me open further.
“Such a good girl,” I whispered against her ear. “Always so good for us.”
She moaned, muffled against Luca’s lips, hands clutching his chest like she’d fall without him.
