Chapter 1370

Jude's wrap was undone by Layla's careful hands, and his body stood bared in the spiral's center, surrounded by twelve women who knew every inch of him, who had loved him fiercely and differently - and now, all the same. They moved closer, pressing their bodies to his, hands wandering, exploring, rediscovering what was already theirs.

Zoey was the first to mount him.

She straddled him slowly, her thighs tight around his waist, her breath catching as he slid inside her. Her eyes locked with his, intense, possessive, and she moved with the rhythm of something ancient. Her hips rocked with purpose, her moans low and melodic. Jude held her, kissed her throat, buried his face in her hair as the others watched, their hands gliding along her back, his arms, his chest.