Page 43 of Beautiful Scars: Unshakeable

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."

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 whilehe 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."

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