Page 22 of Beautiful Scars: Unshakeable (The Beautiful Scars Duet #2)

Chapter Nineteen

Sunny

"That was incredible," Zane murmurs, his lips catching my tears as they fall. The tenderness of his touch is a stark contrast to the raw need burning in his eyes, the tension vibrating through his body. "So perfect, sweet girl."

Behind me, Levi's heart pounds against my spine, his breath ragged and uneven. His fingers twitch against my skin, and the hard length of him pressed against my back leaves no doubt about how affected he is. When I shift slightly, testing, he sucks in a sharp breath.

The sound sparks something deep inside me—a flicker of power that blazes through my veins. This is mine. I did this to them. Made these powerful, controlled men desperate. Made them want me.

I turn my head, catching Levi's mouth in a heated kiss. He responds instantly, desperately, like he's been starving for my touch. When I break away to kiss Zane, Levi's growl vibrates through my whole body.

"More," I breathe against Zane's lips, electricity crackling between us. My hand trails down his chest as I press back deliberately against Levi. "I need to feel you. Both of you. All of you."

Zane shudders at my touch. The matching sounds they make—desperate, hungry—pull a smile from me. This pleasure, their need—it belongs to me.

Reality crashes in, and my courage wavers. I've never done this—never been the one to choose, to touch, to want. I don't know how this works when it's about what I want instead of what's being taken.

Zane catches the uncertainty in my expression. His hand cups my cheek with infinite tenderness, turning me to meet his gaze. "Take your time," he murmurs, voice thick with need but his touch achingly gentle. "This is all for you. Everything."

Levi's lips find my shoulder, and I lean into it, marveling at how safe and wanted they make me feel.

"I want to touch you," I whisper, finding courage in how they respond to my smallest movements. My hand slides lower on Zane's stomach. "Show me how to make you feel good."

My nails scrape lightly down his chest, and his body goes rigid. He lets out a long, low moan. The raw power of drawing those sounds from his throat, of making him react like this, floods me with heat. When I press back against Levi more deliberately, the groan that escapes him is savage.

"Fuck," Levi breathes the word hot against my ear, and the rough edge in his voice makes me shiver.

I trail my fingers lower across Zane's abs, mesmerized by how they contract under my touch. When I reach the band of his jeans, his sharp inhale makes me bite my lip.

"Can I...?" The question comes out breathless.

"I'm yours," he promises, catching my mouth in a kiss that feels like surrender.

My trembling fingers work the button of his jeans, and he helps me push them and his boxers down. The first brush of my hand against his length pulls a low groan from deep in his chest that vibrates through me.

"Mine," I whisper, awed by his reaction to my touch.

"Always." He says the word against my throat as he guides my hand, showing me the long, slow strokes that make his breath hitch while Levi's mouth works against my neck.

I tighten my grip and Zane's response is immediate—beautiful and desperate. Every kiss from Levi has me pressing back against him, needing more contact, more of everything they're offering.

"I want to feel you too," I breathe, turning to catch Levi's mouth. He kisses me hard.

"Let me," Levi's voice is rough against my lips. He shifts behind me, and I hear fabric hitting the floor before his heat returns.

The sound he makes when he slides against my back vibrates through me, and I know I'll never get enough of it.

My confidence grows with each reaction I pull from them—every gasp from Zane, every time Levi trembles against me. I'm drunk on it—on having these powerful men coming undone because of me.

"That's it," Zane's voice is gravel as he guides my movements. "Just like that."

Levi's teeth scrape my shoulder as his hips rock forward. "Fuck, you feel so good, Angel."

I lose myself in them—in how they feel against me, the way their praise wraps around me, the way they make me feel desired and cherished and safe. The sounds they draw from me, the way their bodies respond to my touch. I don't ever want it to stop.

"Tell me what you want," Zane's breath is hot against my mouth.

Heat floods my cheeks at the directness, but the ache inside me drowns out any hesitation. "More," I whisper. "Everything. I want everything."

Levi's fingers dig into my skin, his control slipping. "Christ, you're killing me, Angel."

Zane's fingers slide down my body stopping between my legs, teasing until I gasp. "Here?" he asks, and when I nod breathlessly, his eyes lock onto mine with burning intensity. "Levi's right there, Angel. So close, waiting for you. Do you want him?"

"Yes," I breathe, and Zane's approving hum mingles with Levi's rough exhale against my neck.

"I've got you, Sunny," Zane promises, something sacred in his tone.

"I'll go slow," Levi murmurs, and I hear the effort it takes to keep his control.

Zane's fingers move in devastating patterns, each touch calculated and precise. His eyes never leave mine, watching every reaction. The tension builds inside me with every stroke until I'm rocking between them, desperate for more.

"That's it," Zane's voice drops lower, his free hand cradling my face. "Just feel it. Let us take care of you."

Levi shifts behind me, drawing a needy sound from my throat that surprises even me.

"Please," I gasp. "I need—"

"Tell me if it's too much," Levi's breath is hot against my ear. His hands grip my hips, steadying me. "Promise me, Angel. I need to hear you say it."

"I promise," I whisper, the words coming easily because I trust them completely. The realization hits me like lightning. "Please, Levi. I need you. Now."

When Levi starts to press inside me, it's achingly slow, and I feel every inch. Zane swallows my gasps with hungry kisses, his fingers never stopping their sweet torture.

"That's it, Angel," Levi breathes, his voice cracking with need and wonder. "So perfect—taking me so perfect. You were made for me."

A whimper catches in my throat as the overwhelming fullness steals my breath. My nails dig into Zane's shoulders, my chest rising and falling in quick, shallow gasps.

"Breathe for me," Zane whispers against my lips, guiding me through it with gentle kisses. "You're doing so good."

I cry out when Levi finally sinks completely inside me, the fullness intense enough to make me shudder.

Everything narrows to pure sensation—Levi's careful, measured thrusts, Zane's expert fingers drawing pleasure in relentless waves, their voices weaving through the haze of heat and overwhelming need. I moan low in my throat.

"That's my girl," Zane murmurs, catching the sound with his mouth.

Levi stops, pressing deep inside me, every muscle rigid with restraint. "Show me. Show me how you want me."

I can only nod, lost in the feeling. I start slow, pushing my hips back testing, Levi's groan rips through me like wildfire.

"Just like that," Levi urges, his voice rough and frayed at the edges. "Take what you need, Angel."

"So good," Zane murmurs, his fingers guiding me into a rhythm as I push back on to Levi. Each motion sends pleasure spiraling deeper, electric and all-consuming.

"Look at you," Levi breathes, his grip tightening with barely controlled need. "So beautiful like this. That's it, Angel."

The pressure builds inside me, different now—more consuming, more urgent than before. Levi's control slips, and he moves his hips to meet mine. His movements turn desperate as he takes over, each thrust deeper, harder as my body answers eagerly.

My cries fill the space between us. This feeling, this moment, is mine.

"That's it," Levi groans, voice thick with raw need. "Let me hear you, Angel."

"You're so close," Zane whispers against my ear, his voice a jagged rasp. "I can feel you shaking, sweet girl. Just let go."

Levi's control finally shatters completely, his movements turning rougher, more insistent—exactly what I need. "I need to feel you, Angel. Come for me."

The pleasure vibrates through me, spiraling higher until it explodes through me with devastating force. I shatter completely, crying out as my body clenches around him.

Levi growls my name, his rhythm breaking as he follows me over the edge with a deep, shuddering moan, his body trembling against mine as he comes completely undone.

We stay frozen like that, his breath ragged against my neck. "Christ, Angel—"

Zane's touch turns gentle, soothing as Levi and I come down from that incredible high. He presses soft kisses to my lips while Levi holds me close, his forehead resting against my shoulder.

For a moment, none of us move—we just breathe together, tangled in the quiet aftermath, and I marvel at how safe I feel, how cherished.

When I finally open my eyes, I find Zane watching me with an intensity that steals my breath, his gaze burning with restrained need.

I reach for him with trembling fingers, tracing the strong line of his jaw before sliding into his hair. "I need you," I whisper, my lips brushing his. "Please, Z. I want you too."

A low growl rumbles through his chest, his careful control starting to unravel. He catches my bottom lip between his teeth, his voice rough with barely contained hunger. "You have no idea what you do to me. No idea how much I want you."

I trail my fingers down his neck, over the hard lines of his shoulders, savoring the heat of his skin and the way he responds to my every touch. He catches my hand, bringing it to his lips, pressing a slow, sweet kiss to my palm that makes my heart flutter. His eyes search mine.

"We can wait," he murmurs, and I can see what the offer costs him. "There's no hurry. I'm not going anywhere."