Chapter 1449
She led him back into the grove’s center, where the vines coiled softly around their ankles like affectionate pets. The second-born stepped aside as Lucy lay down, spreading herself over the moss, hair fanned like a halo. "We start again," she said.
He knelt between her legs, kissed her inner thigh, then her lips. He entered her slowly, feeling every inch, every gasp, every shudder. She clung to him, whispering his name between ragged breaths, eyes wet, voice full of something holy.
When she came, it was with a cry that shook the branches.
And then, without pause, Emma crawled toward them, kissed Lucy deeply, and then slid into Jude’s lap, taking him into her with a gasp. "Don’t stop," she begged. "I want to carry you again. I want to feel it grow inside me."
He gave her everything.
Behind them, Zoey and Scarlet kissed in silence, bodies writhing against one another, tangled in vines that pulsed in rhythm. Stella and Grace lay side by side, their hands between each other’s thighs, whispering names and secrets and sacred things the island only understood in moans. Natalie and Susan took turns straddling the second-born, worshiping her with mouths and fingers, tasting the fruit of their creation.
And at the heart of it all, Jude moved from one to the next.
Filling them.
Loving them.
Becoming something more with every breath, every thrust, every gasp that left his lips and entered theirs like a gift.
By the time he reached Rose again, he could barely stand. But she caught him, cradled him, kissed him with such depth it nearly undid him completely. She turned, presenting herself, looking back over her shoulder, her mouth open, her breath shaking. "Claim me again," she whispered.