Chapter 1294

Jude sat at the center again, body bare, his thighs still marked by the press of teeth and the shimmer of sweat. Around him, his wives moved slowly, like shadows cast in candlelight, their bodies aching but radiant. He watched them, in awe of what they had become - each touched by divine hunger, shaped now not just by the island, but by something inside it, inside them.

Sophie approached first, wrapped in nothing but her hair and heat. She lowered herself into his lap, straddling him, but didn't guide him inside. Instead, she pressed her forehead to his and whispered, "It's not about taking anymore. It's about opening."

He understood.

She kissed him, deep and slow, and then moved behind him, hands on his shoulders, lips trailing down his spine. Emma and Lucy came next, both nude and glistening, hands entwined. Lucy kissed his chest while Emma knelt between his legs, stroking him, slow and steady, until he groaned.