Chapter 1371
Jude lay at the center of the slab first, his breath trembling. One by one, the women joined him - not waiting, not asking - just moving in rhythm, as if a song none of them could hear was guiding their limbs. Lips brushed against lips, hands caressed thighs, mouths found skin and whispered heat.
It was not frantic. It was not hurried.
It was ritual.
Lucy straddled him first, her eyes locked on his as she lowered herself onto him, her gasp caught by Sophie’s kiss. The heat of her body surrounded him, but her pace was slow, reverent. Around them, hands moved - guiding, teasing, coaxing. Emma’s mouth kissed the hollow of Jude’s throat while Grace ran her tongue along his chest. Zoey cupped his jaw, murmuring things he couldn’t hear but felt everywhere.
Natalie slid behind Lucy, pressing kisses to her neck as she rocked, her hands smoothing over Lucy’s breasts. Jude’s fingers clutched her hips, but then Layla replaced them, guiding the rhythm with soft firmness.
When Lucy cried out and trembled, Emma took her place. She didn’t climb onto him - she lowered herself backward, hips sliding down with a long moan, Jude filling her inch by inch until she sighed his name like a vow.
And still, the others moved around them, never idle, never watching. They joined .
Stella kissed Jude’s knuckles as he gripped Emma’s thighs. Susan’s lips danced across his ribs. Scarlet lay across the slab, kissing Sophie while her fingers stroked Grace between her legs.
The room was heat and breath, skin and pulse, touch and flame.
He lost track of who rode him, who kissed him, who sighed his name. At some point, it stopped being bodies - it became one.
A single being made of thirteen hearts, thirteen mouths, twenty-six hands moving as one breath, one need, one wave cresting and crashing over itself again and again.