Chapter 1712
Then, slowly, Emma stood. Her skin glowed like molten honey, and her eyes... her eyes had changed. They swirled with color - greens, reds, violets, golds - like the petals themselves had melted into her irises.
She smiled, and it was both Emma and something new.
She turned to Jude. "It’s chosen a form."
"What form?" Zoey asked.
Emma stepped forward, hips swaying, every movement soaked in power and seduction. "Me."
And then she kissed Jude.
There was no hesitation, no warmth. Just fire. Her mouth claimed him with purpose, her tongue demanding, her body pressing against his like she was trying to pour herself into him. Jude groaned, gripping her waist, holding her close. Her nipples were hard against his chest, her breath hot in his lungs.
Lucy stepped up behind him, her hands sliding along his sides, her mouth at his neck. "Don’t fight it," she whispered. "She’s not just Emma right now. She’s it ."
Zoey pressed in from the other side, her hand stroking Jude’s cock as Emma kissed him again, slower this time. "Let it learn through us."
And then it was a frenzy.
Jude was pulled down into a bed of petals. Emma straddled him, her body hot and dripping, her hair falling like a curtain of flame around them. She guided him inside her with a hiss, and he cried out at the sudden heat, the tightness, the wild, new sensation.