Chapter 1388

He stood at the edge of a great expanse, stars above and ocean below, but neither looked like earth or sky. Everything shimmered in motion. Spirals of galaxies. Spirals of vines. Spirals of time itself. Twelve figures stood behind him, their bodies golden silhouettes, their hands joined.

The island whispered in his ear - not in words, but in sensation. Lust. Love. Longing. Devotion. Creation.

Jude felt his skin crack open - not in pain, but in release - and light poured out.

When he gasped back into the chamber, the women caught him, lowered him back into the nest, their hands gentle, their eyes wide with awe.

"I saw it," he said, voice shaking. "I saw\... everything. Every time we touched. Every kiss. Every breath. It's part of the spiral. We're writing it. Our love, our lust - it creates the next layer."

Emma leaned over him, kissing his forehead, her breasts brushing his chest as she whispered, "Then let's keep writing."