Page 23 of Beautiful Scars: Unshakeable (The Beautiful Scars Duet #2)

The care in his voice, the casual way he spoke when I can see the fire burning just below the surface, sends love coursing through my chest. I don't want to wait. I want him now. I want to push him past his tight control, past his careful restraint. I want to see what's on the other side.

"Now, Z," I breathe into his mouth, the word a plea wrapped in desperate longing. "I don't want to wait."

His eyes darken at my words, but still he hesitates. "You're sure?"

Instead of answering with words, I press my hips forward and slide my body deliberately along the length of him. The deep moan that vibrates through his chest tells me everything I need to know.

"Yes," I whisper against his lips. "I'm sure. I want you, Z. "

"Fuck," he growls, brushing his lips over mine—featherlight and tender.

Levi's hands slide over my waist, steadying me as he slowly withdraws. The loss of him makes me whimper, but he soothes me with gentle kisses on my spine.

"Show him, Angel," Levi murmurs against my ear. "Show him how perfectly you can take him apart."

Zane's breath catches at Levi's words. When I press my hips forward again with deliberate intent, the sound he makes is pure need.

"Please," I whisper, desperate to feel him. "I need you inside me, Z."

His hands tighten on my skin, trembling with restraint. "Fuck, Sunny—you're going to kill me."

"That's the idea," I breathe, and the smile I give him is pure wickedness.

With careful movements, I turn in their arms until I'm facing Levi, my back pressed to Zane's chest. Levi's eyes stay fixed on mine as he reaches out to trace my cheek with gentle fingers.

"Need you," I breathe, reaching for Levi as Zane positions himself. Levi catches my face in his hands, pressing his lips to mine, anchoring me.

When Zane starts to press inside me, the stretch is different but just as intense. My breath catches, and Levi swallows my gasp.

"That's it," Zane groans against my neck.

Levi's thumbs trace soothing circles across my cheeks as Zane fills me completely, the overwhelming sensation making me tremble.

"Beautiful," Levi murmurs against my lips. "Look how good you take him."

Zane stays still, giving me time to adjust, but I can feel him shaking with the effort. His breath comes hot and quick against my shoulder, his hands gripping my hips tight.

"Move," I plead, arching back against him. "Please, Z. I need—"

His first thrust steals my words, replacing them with a desperate cry that Levi swallows.

"Angel, you're doing so good," Levi murmurs, his words a warm breath against my mouth.

His fingers trail down my body to find the sensitive spot that drives me absolutely crazy.

His touch matches Zane's careful rhythm, circling and teasing while he whispers sweet praise—telling me how beautiful I am, how perfect I am for them, how much they love watching me fall apart.

Behind me, Zane trembles with the effort of holding back, and I feel every shudder, every ragged breath. The control he's maintaining is costing him everything.

"Please, Z," I whisper, pressing back against him with deliberate intent, needing more, needing everything he has to give me. "I won't break. I promise you I won't break."

A deep, rough sound rumbles through his chest, and his fingers dig into my skin. "Sweet girl—"

"Show him," Levi urges, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he gives me wicked encouragement. "Show him how strong you are, Angel. How much you want him."

His voice turns insistent, rough with his own need. His words fuel the fire already consuming me from the inside out.

"Feel how crazy you make him. He's fighting it so damn hard."

Zane's rhythm stutters at Levi's words, his breathing becoming shallow, panting gasps. When I rock back against him again, harder this time, demanding more, a low, guttural grunt escapes his throat.

"That's it," Levi praises, his fingers working faster, driving the tension inside me higher and higher. "Show him what you need, what you want. Make him give it to you."

His words make me reckless. I rock back hard and fast, forcing a strangled moan from deep in Zane's chest. His grip on my hips tightens trying to hold me still, trying desperately to hold onto the last bit of control he has left.

"Yesssss," Levi breathes against my lips, his voice thick with satisfaction and desire. "You should see his face Angel. You're making him feel so good. He loves it."

Levi's fingers never stop moving, coaxing and teasing, unraveling me with every touch. "Don't stop, Angel."

"Angel you can't… " Zane warns, his voice fraying and cracking. "If you keep doing that—"

I rock back again, harder this time. and I feel the precise moment Zane's control finally shatters. The sound that rips from his throat is feral.

"That's it Angel. That's my girl," Levi cuts in, his tone thick with pride, feeding my confidence, and driving me wild with need.

"You're perfect," Zane growls. "So fucking perfect."

"You are," Levi agrees, his eyes burning into mine. "Show him, Angel. Let him feel how perfectly you fall apart around him."

The dual sensation of Zane's desperate thrusts and Levi's skilled touch pushes me higher, has me gasping their names over and over.

"That's it," Levi's teeth graze my lower lip. "You're going to break him completely, aren't you? Come for him Angel. Let him feel you like I did."

When the pleasure hums through me again, it's devastating. I cry out, clenching around Zane as wave after wave of heat courses through me. He follows immediately, my name a prayer spilling from his lips as his hips stutter and he pulses inside me.

"Beautiful," Levi murmurs, pressing soft kisses to my face as we come down.

For a long, perfect moment, none of us move—the shared breath and overwhelming heat between us slowly ebbing into something softer, more tender.

Zane stays pressed against my back, his grip on my hips gradually easing and turning into gentle touches.

Levi's hands trace soothing patterns over my skin, his lips pressing gentle, feathery kisses across my face, my neck, my shoulders.

"You're incredible," he murmurs, his earlier urgency melting into something quieter.

Zane makes a sound somewhere between a rough chuckle and a groan, finally lifting his head from my shoulder. His arms wrap around me properly, pulling me securely into his chest while Levi shifts closer until I'm surrounded by their warmth and love.

"I'm sorry, Angel," Zane murmurs, his voice husky and touched with hesitation. "I didn't mean to—"

"You didn't hurt me," I interrupt softly, sensing the tension creeping into him and wanting to ease it immediately. "That was exactly what I wanted, Z. It was perfect."

He doesn't say anything, just plants a string of soft kisses along my shoulder.

We stay like that for trading soft touches and sweet words while their bodies hold me safe between them.

Zane's steady heartbeat against my back, Levi's gentle fingers tracing patterns on my skin, and for the first time—maybe ever—my mind is completely, blissfully quiet.

I can feel myself drifting off towards sleep.

Zane pulls me closer to his chest. "Sleep, sweet girl," he murmurs, his voice carrying a new, tender edge I've never heard before.

Levi hums in agreement, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead. "Rest, Angel. We've got you."

I drift off to Levi's whispered 'sweet dreams' and Zane's soft 'sleep well', with their bodies curved protectively around mine.