The hum beneath them deepened, no longer just a vibration in the ground but something that moved inside them, threading through blood and bone. Jude could feel it under his skin - like heat, like rhythm. Every breath he took echoed in Lucy's chest. Every thought flickered in Sophie's eyes. Rose leaned against him with the ease of someone who already knew his next move.
They weren't just bound anymore - they were woven.
The mossy bed beneath them hadn't vanished; it had become part of the temple floor, roots and petals twining into the spiral etched in stone. The vines above glowed with soft, golden veins, and the ceiling was open to the sky - except the stars were wrong. Too close. Too many. They were no longer just under the temple. They were somewhere between earth and something else.
Emma ran her fingers through Jude's hair, her naked body pressed against his back. "I still feel it. Like we're glowing on the inside."