Chapter 1763 - 1765
The rhythm came like a wave. Her hips moved with increasing urgency, and Jude rose to meet her, hands clutching her waist. The woman behind her pressed her breasts to Sophie’s back, kissing her spine, her shoulder, her neck. Sophie whimpered and moved faster, losing herself in the rising tide.
"I love you," she gasped.
Jude reached up and cradled her face. "Then come with me."
She did.
They all did.
The dome lit like a second sun.
A sound rose from the island - not music, not a voice, but a resonance that moved through their bones, vibrating with something too deep to name. The sky spun. The stars aligned. The moss pulsed beneath them. Bodies moved in tandem, in harmony, in heat.
Jude lost track of time. He moved from Sophie to the woman who had first kissed him, then to Lucy, who pulled him down into her arms and guided him into her with a sigh that cracked open something in his chest. She didn’t need words - her body said everything. That she loved him. That she trusted him. That she was more than ever before.
Rose watched, her body tangled with one of the bonded women, both of them arching and gasping in shared climax. Their limbs shimmered with gold. Their mouths met again and again in breathless devotion.
And when the wave finally crested - when Jude spilled himself into Lucy for the third time, and the others cried out in climax across the field - the dome cracked.
Not broken.