Chapter 1446
He turned to her, kissed her hard, lifted her up and laid her on her back beside Lucy. Emma opened for him like she’d been waiting for this moment forever, her legs parting, her hands grasping his back. He moved inside her with slow, deliberate strokes, watching her eyes go wide, then glaze, then flutter shut as she lost herself in him. Lucy pressed kisses to Emma’s neck as they moved, whispering praise, her hand never leaving Jude’s arm.
They made love beneath the tree like it was sacred - and it was.
Later, when Grace arrived, she didn’t wait. She pressed Jude against the tree itself, kissed him until his knees went weak, then climbed on top of him, wrapping her arms and legs around him like she was a vine meant to tangle him forever. She was slick and hot, her moans frantic, her voice urgent. "You feel it too, don’t you?" she panted. "The pull. The need. Like I was born for this."
Jude buried himself deeper in her, both arms around her waist, and growled into her hair, "We were all born for this."
Grace came in sharp, shaking gasps, her back arching, her cries swallowed by the grove as her body convulsed around him. Her orgasm didn’t end - it rolled in waves, and he held her through all of it, feeling her soften, then melt against his chest.
They rested as a tangle of limbs and breath and love.
But the night wasn’t done with him.
Sophie arrived then, quiet and barefoot, hair wild around her face. She watched them from the shadows until Jude turned to her, hand outstretched.
"I’m ready," she said simply, and walked forward.
He lay back, and she climbed atop him, her body already slick, already trembling. She didn’t move at first, just sat there, their bodies joined, staring into his eyes. "I don’t want to be afraid anymore," she whispered.
"You’re not," he said.