Chapter 1456
Lucy’s cheek rested against his chest, her breath warm and steady. Emma was curled into his side, a hand possessively draped over his stomach. Sophie lay tangled in Lucy’s legs, her lips parted in sleep, a small smile on her face. The smell of skin, sweat, earth, and something sweeter than any flower he’d ever known hung in the air. Not perfume, not sap - something primal. Something born from what they’d shared the night before.
He watched them all, the women he loved, their bodies still slick from the memory of what they’d done. And then, from beyond the treehouse, came the sound of laughter - soft, musical, undeniably female. Zoey. Grace. Stella. Natalie. Already awake. Already moving. The others had risen early, and the rhythm of their footsteps above and below shifted like a dance.
Jude eased out from under the sheets carefully. Lucy stirred, her fingers tightening around his wrist for a second before releasing. She didn’t wake.
He found his pants, pulled them on slowly, and made his way to the edge of the platform. The forest below glowed faintly, leaves sparkling with dew. A breeze drifted through, thick with the scent of sex and soil and fresh water.
Then he saw them.
Down at the base of the main tree, where the roots curved like a bowl into the earth, four women moved together in a slow, swirling motion. Naked, unashamed, their bodies glistened in the morning light.
Natalie bent over the roots, her back arched, hands buried in the soil. Stella stood behind her, one hand on her hip, the other between Natalie’s thighs, moving with practiced ease. Grace lay on her side in the moss nearby, watching with her fingers lazily circling between her legs. Zoey knelt behind Grace, her tongue flicking along her shoulder, her other hand gripping her breast possessively.
Jude swallowed hard.
The scene wasn’t just erotic - it was spiritual.
They weren’t just fucking. They were communing.
Every thrust, every moan, every shift of a finger or arch of a back resonated with something deeper now, something layered into the very ground they knelt upon. He could feel the way the roots trembled slightly, the way the air thickened around them. The island was watching.