Page 40 of Beautiful Scars: Unshakeable

When I finally feel Levi's touch on my bare skin, the pleasure of it steals the air from my lungs and my whole body jolts. Nothing has ever felt like this. Each slow, deliberate stroke of his fingers pushes me higher, winding the coil inside me tighter, making me desperate for more.

Zane watches everything, his ice-blue gaze locked onto mine, tracking every reaction, every tremor of pleasure.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, his thumb sliding over my cheek.

I turn into his touch, seeking his kiss, and the second my mouth meets his, he takes. His lips crash into mine, fierce andconsuming, his tongue matching the rhythm of Levi's fingers, coaxing more from me, pushing me further.

"You feel so good, Angel…" Levi's voice is rough against my neck, thick with need, every word dripping with barely contained hunger. His touch settles into a steady rhythm, relentless, each stroke winding the tension inside me unbearably tighter. I break away from Zane's kiss with a desperate gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling—needing him closer.

Everything is too much. Too intense.

But I still want more.

"Z—" The sound barely forms, my voice fractured, breathless. "I don't—I've never…"

"I've got you, sweet girl," Zane murmurs, his lips brushing mine as he speaks, soft and sure. "I love you like this… seeing how good he makes you feel."

He holds my gaze steady, locked on him. He doesn't let me turn away from him, from this moment.

"Just let go, Angel. Let yourself fall."

The pleasure builds, sharp and sweet, stealing my breath. I’m gasping, clutching at Zane, reaching back for Levi—needing their skin, their words, their hands on me.

The pleasure builds so fast it scares me. My breath comes in short pants and gasps as I try to hold it back, feeling control slipping away. But Zane's mouth is at my throat—his lips and teeth—holding me, while Levi's fingers push me closer to the edge.

"Breathe, Sunny. You're safe," Zane growls against my pulse, the heat of his breath sending fresh shivers through me. "We've got you."

My breath hitches and I gasp. Zane palms my breast, his thumb circling my nipple in perfect sync with Levi's touch.

"That's it," he soothes, voice thick with approval. "Just let go."

"Fuck, you feel so good," Levi groans, his breath hot against my ear, raw with need. He grinds his hips against me, desperate, aching, his control unraveling with every sound I make.

But his fingers never falter.

"So wet, so fucking perfect," he murmurs, his voice quiet, reverent—like he can't believe what he's seeing, what he's feeling.

"Z—Levi—" I gasp, one hand fisted in Zane's hair, the other clutching Levi's arm. "I can't—it's too much—"

"We've got you," Zane promises against my lips, his voice thick with want. "That's it sweet girl. Come apart for us."

Everything inside me winds tighter, the tension building to impossible heights. Levi's fingers move faster, more precise, and the sound that tears from my throat is desperate. Zane catches my face in his hands, anchoring me to him.

His thumb traces my bottom lip as another wave of pleasure rocks through me. "Give it to me, Sunny. Let me see it."

The pressure crests, wild and terrifying. It crashes through me and steals my breath. Steals my thoughts. For a heartbeat, I'm drowning— gasping, clutching at Zane, reaching for Levi—needing their words, their mouths, their hands on me.

They hold me through it, murmuring praise against my skin as I shake apart between them.

"So perfect," Zane breathes, pressing soft kisses to my face.

"That's it, Angel," Levi's voice is rough with desire.

As the waves slowly ebb, I float in their gentle touches, my body humming with aftershocks. And I breathe, really breathe, and the tears that come don't hold any pain. For the first time in as long as I can remember I'm not lost. I know I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.

Chapter Nineteen

Sunny

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