Chapter 1274
Lucy stepped forward, her bare feet whispering across the wood, the morning light catching in the delicate shimmer of sweat on her collarbone. Her smile wasn’t the eerie, glowing grin that Rose wore - but something softer, more intimate, and devastatingly sensual. Jude couldn’t move. He sat frozen on the edge of the bed, watching her as if she were something sacred and forbidden all at once.
She came closer, her eyes locked to his, but he could see her chest rising and falling faster now, like her body was reacting before her mind could even catch up. Her fingertips trailed across the low beam of the wall as she passed, then across his shoulder, as if grounding herself. Her smile remained, but her lips parted just slightly, and Jude swore he heard a hum beneath her breath - a note, barely audible, the same one from the island’s pulse.
"Lucy," he whispered again.
She straddled his lap without a word, sinking down against him, her robe falling open to reveal the soft curve of her thighs and the gentle swell of her breasts. She hadn’t dressed fully after getting up - only wrapped in the same fabric she’d slept in, and now it clung to her like fog clings to moonlight.
"I heard her," she murmured, her lips brushing his ear, her breath warm and trembling. "In the trees. In my dream. She wasn’t calling me. She was waiting for me to come."
"Did you go?" he asked, hands instinctively moving to her hips, steadying her, feeling the heat of her against him.
"I didn’t have to," she said, her voice low and impossibly soft. "She’s already in me."
Jude stiffened, but Lucy pressed closer, kissed him, slow and deliberate. There was no rush in her mouth - just a velvet hunger, a taste of something floral and wild, like passionfruit and rain. He felt her breath hitch as their lips moved, her fingers threading into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan.
Her hips rolled once, slow, teasing, and she whispered against his lips, "Don’t fight it, Jude. Just feel me."