Chapter 1721
A low hum started, deep and steady, not from the island - but from them.
Their bodies responded. Heat spread again, not in frenzy this time but in ritual. Grace stepped behind Jude, brushing her lips to his shoulder. Scarlet pressed her body to his side. Lucy moved to straddle his lap, eyes glowing.
They weren’t compelled.
They were called.
Together, they moved again - not out of hunger, but celebration. Skin on skin. Breath on breath. The rhythm was slower this time, sacred. Jude worshipped each of them with his mouth, his hands, his body, and was worshipped in return. Moans and sighs wove through the trees like song.
Each woman took him.
One after another.
Some kissed while others rode.
Some wept.
Some laughed.
They reached for one another as much as they reached for him.