Chapter 1426
Sophie stood, shedding her wrap in a single motion, stepping onto the altar barefoot. "Let us feed it," she said, voice clear and low. "Not just with devotion, but with heat."
Lucy followed her, slow and graceful. "With pleasure."
Natalie and Scarlet were next, hands linked, hips swaying as they walked forward. One by one, they encircled Stella, their bodies humming with readiness, with want, with purpose.
When Rose stepped into the circle last, she met Jude’s gaze and smiled. "This time," she said, "we don’t take from the bloom."
"This time," Jude echoed, "we are the bloom."
The erotic energy rose not with force, but with harmony.
Emma and Grace undressed each other like unveiling sacred art. Their lips met with slow, sensual hunger, hands exploring, bodies pressing together with the kind of reverence that made the air shimmer. Sophie dropped to her knees before Lucy, her mouth tracing a path up her thigh before claiming her gently. Lucy moaned and threaded her fingers through Sophie’s hair, her hips rolling in soft rhythm.
Zoey straddled Natalie, their breasts brushing, their kisses deep and devouring. Layla joined them, hands sliding along their waists, her mouth kissing the hollow between Zoey’s shoulder blades, then Natalie’s spine. The three of them became a tangle of limbs and sighs and wet heat, moving like a storm slow-building under silk.
Jude lifted Stella carefully, carrying her to the center of the altar. She lay back without fear, arms outstretched, her legs parting with grace. The glow in her belly seemed brighter now, pulsing in time with the rising tempo of the shrine around her. She watched him with dark, heavy-lidded eyes.
"Take me," she whispered. "Not for me. For her."
He kissed her deeply before slipping inside, and they both gasped - not from pain, but from the sheer wave of sensation that surged through them. The shrine responded. The stone beneath them warmed. The vines above trembled and dropped glowing petals like stars. Jude moved with her, slowly, reverently, and Stella met each thrust with a sigh, her hips arching up to him, her hands running through his hair, pulling him closer.