Chapter 1487
She lifted herself over him, straddling him slowly, her hair a curtain of silk around his face. "Let’s do it again. Like that night. No magic. No island. Just us."
Jude nodded, hands on her hips.
She guided him into her slowly, moaning quietly, eyes locked on his. There was no urgency, no fire - only the slow, sacred rhythm of two souls remembering how to be one. Her breath hitched as he moved inside her, her thighs tightening around him. The wind sighed. The river glistened.
Their bodies moved like melody and harmony, perfectly in sync.
He kissed her breasts, her throat, her jawline, his hands memorizing her curves again like it was their first time. She rocked against him, moaning his name with every pulse, and when the climax came, it felt like the island itself paused to watch - not to feed, but to witness love for what it truly was.
Afterward, she lay across his chest again, smiling up at the stars. "You’re still you," she whispered.
He kissed her forehead. "So are you."
She turned her face up to his. "But something tells me we won’t be for long."
They slept there, wrapped in each other and the scent of moss and river mist. And in the trees, unseen but not unfelt, something watched. Not hungry. Not angry. Just... present.
Waiting.
The first light of dawn came soft, filtered through mist and curling branches. Jude woke to the weight of Lucy still draped over him, her breath slow and steady, her skin flushed with warmth. The river whispered beside them, and the trees felt nearer than before - as if they’d crept closer in the night, wanting to listen to the heartbeat of two lovers. He didn’t move for a long time. There was peace in the stillness, even if it felt borrowed.