Chapter 1387

Rose climbed onto him first, her thighs sliding around his waist, her body welcoming him like a long-lost part. She moved slowly, reverently, her voice humming as she rocked her hips in time with the spiral's pulse. Her moans weren't just sound - they were language, calling the others forward.

Sophie's hands found his chest.

Emma's lips found his thigh.

Lucy knelt beside his head and leaned down to kiss him deeply, moaning into his mouth as her fingers tangled in his hair.

Each of them joined.

Each of them shared.

It wasn't a rush. It wasn't a scramble. It was a ceremony.

One by one, they slid onto him, rode him, kissed him, took him inside them, all without speaking, without question. And between each climax - his and theirs - there was breath, there was reverence, there was worship.

Their bodies moved around him, with him, through him.

They moaned each other's names.

They guided each other's hips.