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I kissed the curve of her shoulder, teeth barely grazing.
Her fingers drifted weakly, tracing Luca’s jaw, then brushing my chest like she needed proof we were real. “You two…” Her voice broke, softer. “You always know how to undo me.”
Luca smiled against her skin, small and rare. “That’s the point, sweetheart.”
We stayed like that. Her breathing settling. My arms braced under her thighs, his hand cupping the back of her neck.
“You’re ours,” I whispered. She had no idea how much we meant it. “Every breath. Every heartbeat.”
She closed her eyes, lips curving faint. “Yours.”
And fuck. I could’ve drowned happy right there
Chapter Twenty-Six
EMILIA
Luca didn’t hand me the towel. He dried me himself. Slow. His touch made me shiver harder than the ocean air had.
Bastion stepped in close behind me. His chest was hot against my back, his mouth brushing my cheek. “You cold, baby?” His voice was low as he kissed my shoulder.
Luca kissed my hip while drying my thigh. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, and when he looked up, the hunger in his eyes made my stomach dip.
Bastion’s hand brushed the bow at my bikini bottom. “You say stop, we’ll stop,” he said, voice firm, like he needed me to hear it as much as he needed to touch me.
My hand went to his on my side, more to steady myself than to push him away. “Is this… is this a good idea? Us—us fucking again?”
Bastion let out a long, heavy breath against my ear. “We never fucked you,” he said. “Every touch is love. We worship. We don’t fuck you.”
Luca kissed the inside of my thigh, slow. So slow it made my knees weak. Bastion kissed my shoulder, again.
“Ask me to untie your top.” His mouth at my ear, thewords were a command and a plea all at once, low enough I felt it.
Heat rushed through me. My throat tightened. “Bastion?—”
He kissed just below my ear, catching the tremor in my voice. “Ask better, angel.”
Luca’s fingers brushed the bows at my hips, teasing loose without pulling. His touch was patient, coaxing. When I looked down, his eyes were on me.
“Take it off… please,” I whispered.
They both bent at once, mouths finding me like they’d rehearsed it—Bastion’s lips warm against my shoulder blade, Luca’s brushing the edge of my bikini.
“Prettier,” Luca murmured against my skin, the word vibrating through me.
The heat rushed so sharp I forgot how to breathe.
“Can my daddies take my bikini off, please?”
The sound they made—low, deep—ripped through both of them at once. I had forgotten what it did to me, the way their groans washed through me. My whole body remembered before my mind could.
Bastion’s fingers slid into my hair, gathering it up, holding it high while his other hand tugged at the ribbon at my neck. Slow. He kissed just beneath my ear as the knot gave way.
At the same time, Luca worked lower, knuckles brushing my hips as he untied the bows at either side. The fabric drop. His breath skimmed the inside of my thigh as he whispered, “Legs a little wider for Daddy.”
The words went straight through me. My knees wavered, my chest tight with the kind of trembling that felt like falling—but I parted them for him anyway.
Luca’s fingers brushed me between my thighs—barely there, just enough to steal the air from my lungs. My hips twitched toward him before I could think.
