Chapter 1319
So hard it ripped a sound from his throat he didn’t know he could make. His body arched, pulsed, emptied - but not just into Natalie. Into the altar. Into the island. He felt it being absorbed, carried, echoed.
The women cried out as they felt it too - every one of them gasping, shaking, their bodies connected in waves of shared release.
When it ended, they collapsed around him, a circle of heat and pulse and love.
No one spoke.
No one needed to.
They were one.
And the island bloomed.
The air shimmered with heat and scent, thick with the afterglow of release and the deeper magic that pulsed beneath it. Jude could barely move. Not because he was weak, but because he was full - so impossibly full of everything. Their breaths. Their bodies. Their desire. The rhythm of the island now lived inside his bones. It beat in time with his heart. It hummed in his blood like a second pulse.
Around him, his wives lay entangled in moss and vine and one another. Natalie was still curled against his chest, her thighs sticky with their mingled pleasure, her face buried in his neck, lips warm and damp. Grace pressed herself into his side, her fingers tracing circles on his ribs, legs twined with his like ivy. Lucy had fallen asleep half across his legs, her fingers still wrapped gently around his spent cock, like she couldn’t bear to let him go.
Sophie sat upright, naked and alert, watching the tree’s glow. Her lips parted in awe as the dark bark shimmered, its petals curling inward like it was breathing.
"It’s not just watching us anymore," she whispered.