Chapter 1352
Sophie leaned over Jude next, pressing her lips to his, fierce and hungry. Her hand slipped into Rose’s hair as she deepened the kiss. "You’re the pulse," she whispered against his mouth. "We’re the breath."
Lucy was already naked, lying in the moss, her back arched, one hand between her thighs as she watched them. Natalie knelt beside her, stroking her cheek, brushing kisses down her belly, whispering things that made Lucy tremble. Stella lay beside them both, her face serene, her fingers tangled in Susan’s hair as the two of them explored each other with lazy, sensual delight.
Everywhere Jude looked, there was beauty. Fire. Worship.
Rose’s hips rolled harder now, her breath ragged, her eyes locked on his. "She’s blooming through us. Do you feel her?"
"I feel everything ," he gasped, grabbing her hips, thrusting up into her as his body surged with fire. "I feel you."
"Feel us ," Grace whispered, lowering her mouth to his chest. "All of us."
The light from the moss glowed brighter now, as if with every touch, every cry, the garden was awakening further. The mirror gate behind them began to shimmer more violently, and then, with a low, melodic hum, it shifted. Another image formed beyond it: a village of trees. A valley bathed in gold mist. More places waiting to be touched, awakened, claimed.
Rose threw her head back and cried out as she climaxed, her body convulsing around Jude, the light beneath her flaring into a ring of gold. The others moaned softly in response, their own pleasure rising as if fed by hers.
She slid off him, breathless, sweat and light clinging to her skin.
"Next," she whispered, her smile soft and glowing.
Scarlet crawled into his lap without hesitation, already slick and eager. "Let me taste the fire inside you."