Chapter 1370
Jude’s wrap was undone by Layla’s careful hands, and his body stood bared in the spiral’s center, surrounded by twelve women who knew every inch of him, who had loved him fiercely and differently - and now, all the same. They moved closer, pressing their bodies to his, hands wandering, exploring, rediscovering what was already theirs.
Zoey was the first to mount him.
She straddled him slowly, her thighs tight around his waist, her breath catching as he slid inside her. Her eyes locked with his, intense, possessive, and she moved with the rhythm of something ancient. Her hips rocked with purpose, her moans low and melodic. Jude held her, kissed her throat, buried his face in her hair as the others watched, their hands gliding along her back, his arms, his chest.
When Zoey came, she did it with a long, shuddering gasp, her body convulsing around him as if the island itself was pulsing through her. She kissed him hard before rising and stepping back into the circle, her legs trembling.
Scarlet took her place next, sliding down onto him with a sigh that sounded like surrender. Her movements were slower, more fluid, like water moving around stone. She whispered things to him in a language that didn’t exist, her fingers tangled in his hair as she rode him. Jude’s hands traced her hips, the curve of her ass, the swell of her breasts. The spiral glowed brighter beneath them.
Each of them followed.
Layla next, all fire and urgency, riding him hard while Stella kissed her from behind.
Then Susan, delicate and sensual, clenching tight around him as she cried his name.
Then Natalie, who whispered poetry against his mouth while she moved with aching grace.