His other hand slid down her stomach, beneath the waistband of her panties. He groaned when he found her already wet.
"Fuck, April. You're soaked." His voice dropped lower, strained, his fingers trembling against her. The tremor undid her more than the touching. "I've been trying so hard to hold back, and you're—" He didn't finish. She didn't need him to.
His fingers slid to her clit, circling with maddening precision.
This was wrong.This was Chad's brother's fingers inside her panties and his mouth against her neck and his heartbeat slamming against her spine.
This was wrong and it was the most right anything had felt in three years. She stopped trying to reconcile it and let it be true.
Her core clenched empty and desperate.
"Is this the right pressure?" he murmured against her neck. "Or do you need more?"
"More," she whimpered.
He adjusted immediately, touch more insistent, and April's hips rolled after the sensation.
"Good," Liam breathed. "You're allowed to take what you need."
His fingers slid lower, teasing her entrance with feather-light touches that had her sobbing.
"Please—"
"Please what? Use your words."
The woman in the mirror knew. April could see it in her face—flushed, undone, no apology anywhere in her expression. That woman would say it. Would ask for exactly what she needed without filing it under things she wasn't allowed to want.
April watched her mouth open.
Heard her own voice say it half a second later, as if she was following stage directions written by someone braver.
"Inside," April managed. "I need—"
He slid two fingers inside her. The sound she made echoed off three walls of mirror at once.
"Look, please.” His free hand cupped her jaw, guiding her gaze back to the mirror.
She forced her eyes open and watched—watched her own expression, desperate and undone; watched the way Liam's hand moved beneath the black lace; watched the desire on his face tempered by something softer, more careful.
“Incredible," Liam groaned against her ear, breath hot and uneven.
His fingers curled inside her, finding a spot that had her gasping. "Here?"
"Yes—God, yes—"
His thumb found her clit, circling in time with the thrust of his fingers. His other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her steady as she grabbed his arm and leaned her full weight back into him.
She could feel every breath he took, the tension in his arm, him hard and straining against her back.
"That's it," Liam encouraged, his voice rough now, control fraying at the edges. "Let go. I've got you."
The pressure built, overwhelming and inevitable. Her thighs trembled, inner muscles fluttering around his fingers.
"Let go for me," he said against her ear. "I want to watch."
She came with a broken cry, her reflection fracturing across three walls of mirror—the same woman from three angles, all of them undone, none of them the version Chad had approved. Her body clenched around his fingers in long, rhythmic pulses that she could see in her own face. She couldn't look away.
Liam held her through it, his hand still moving until she went boneless against him. When the aftershocks finally faded, he withdrew his fingers with aching slowness. His face was pained, nothing careful about him now, his mouth pressed against her hair as he said her name once, quietly.
