Page 88 of The Silent War
He guided his dick against me. My breath stopped. Bastion’s hand against my throat, his voice rough and low. “Breathe, angel. In my hand. That’s it.”
The first inch slid in and my body tightened instinctively, a sharp inhale rattling in my chest. Luca stopped. He didn’t push. He simply waited, eyes steady, hand spreading against my hip.
“Look at you baby, taking my dick.” he murmured
Bastion kissed beneath my ear. “Good girl. Let him in. Just like that.”
I let the breath out, shaking, and the tightness softened. Luca stroked my thigh, then pressed the smallest bit deeper. My eyes blurred. Bastion held me upright in his lap, wide open.
“More?” Luca asked, and even the question sounded like worship.
“Yes,” I whispered, “Please.”
He smirked, “Such good manners, asking for daddy’s dick.” He moved in another inch—slow, reverent—and groaned like it undid him.
Bastion’s mouth against my ear “That’s my good girl. So fucking perfect.”
The stretch ached, then shifted into something hot and low, the kind of heat that made my toes curl. He pushed more and then a bit more. Luca’s jaw flexed, his restraint dropping. He was shaking, but he didn’t hurry me.
“I’m pushing fully in now, nice and deep for you, baby,” he said softly. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I nodded, breathless, and he eased in.
My fingers clutched at Bastion’s arms.
Bastion’s hand slid to my chest, steadying me against the tremble, his other palm cupping my jaw until I looked up at him.
His eyes were dark. “No rush. Just feel.”
I did. The fullness, the warmth, the rightness of it. Luca didn’t move; he waited until my breathing evened, until the tension in my thighs softened beneath his hands.
“Move,” I whispered.
His mouth curved—hungry and gentle. He drew back an inch, then slid in again, careful. My lips parted. The drag was almost unbearable in its sweetness.
“Again,” I said, stronger.
He did, and the small ache became heat. Bastion’s lips touched my temple, a rhythm of praise with every thrust Luca gave me. “Good girl. That’s it. Taking him so well… made for this.”
Luca’s hands tightened at my hips, pushing just deepenough to make my breath catch, pulling just far enough to make my body chase. He groaned each time I clenched around him.
“You feel it?” he asked, voice splintering. “How you fit me?”
“Yes.” My head tipped back against Bastion’s shoulder. “Luca?—”
He bit off a curse and pressed a kiss to my knee without stopping. “Say my name again.”
“Luca.”
Bastion’s mouth brushed my ear. “Again, angel.”
“Luca.” My voice shook. “My Luca.”
Luca’s thrusts were steady, deep. Pleasure rushing through me, and my legs tightened around his waist.
“Easy,” Bastion coaxed, his hand stroking down my stomach. “Let him set it.”
“I can take more,” I breathed.
