Chapter 1371

Jude lay at the center of the slab first, his breath trembling. One by one, the women joined him - not waiting, not asking - just moving in rhythm, as if a song none of them could hear was guiding their limbs. Lips brushed against lips, hands caressed thighs, mouths found skin and whispered heat.

It was not frantic. It was not hurried.

It was ritual.

Lucy straddled him first, her eyes locked on his as she lowered herself onto him, her gasp caught by Sophie's kiss. The heat of her body surrounded him, but her pace was slow, reverent. Around them, hands moved - guiding, teasing, coaxing. Emma's mouth kissed the hollow of Jude's throat while Grace ran her tongue along his chest. Zoey cupped his jaw, murmuring things he couldn't hear but felt everywhere.