Chapter 1318

When Jude opened his eyes, the sky above the treetop canopy had shifted to a molten gold, stained with amber streaks and deep orange fire. The light wasn't just sunset - it was something older, something sacred. The forest shimmered with the residue of touch and breath, heavy with musk and sweetness, like the very air was laced with the echo of moans. He was still on the altar, the living throne of moss and vine, and every inch of his skin buzzed like it remembered every kiss, every tongue, every slow grind of hips against his.