Chapter 1490
Not out of dominance or command, but invitation. Her lips soft, lingering, her hand on Lucy’s waist. Lucy gasped and clung to her. When they parted, Rose turned and kissed Jude again, deeper this time, and something opened inside him like a door he hadn’t known existed.
Hands were everywhere after that.
Emma pulled Lucy to her, their bodies pressing close, mouths meeting in tentative hunger. Sophie moved behind Jude, her hands sliding over his chest, down his stomach, around his hips. Grace’s mouth found his neck while Layla pressed against his back, warm and familiar. The clothes came off slowly, fingers tugging at knots and ties, until flesh met flesh and every boundary dissolved.
The forest around them glowed.
Golden threads of light stretched from tree to tree, blooming in slow pulses with every kiss, every moan. Jude was lost in a sea of heat and mouths and hands. Scarlet kissed him while Zoey straddled him, her body moving to the rhythm of the hum. Lucy gasped as Stella and Natalie took her between them, kissing her chest and thighs while her fingers tangled in Sophie’s hair.
It wasn’t wild. It was worship.
Bodies entwined like vines. Moans blending with music. The tree pulsing brighter with each climax, feeding off the pleasure and giving it back tenfold. Jude felt himself dissolve into them, and them into him, no longer twelve women and one man, but a single, shuddering unity of breath and desire.
And when it was over, they didn’t speak.
They lay together beneath the glowing tree, tangled in one another’s limbs, chests rising and falling in slow unison. Rose curled beside Jude, her fingers brushing his chest. Lucy rested her head on his shoulder, Emma across his thighs, Grace spooned behind Lucy, and Zoey’s hand never left his.