Chapter 1422

When the bloom pulsed again, it lifted into the air - hovering above them, scattering drops of nectar like rain. Each drop that touched skin sent shivers down spines, hardened nipples, parted thighs. No one could speak. Words would've ruined it.

Jude took Grace from behind while she kissed Zoey's breasts. Layla straddled Emma's face while Sophie held her hips steady. Natalie and Stella kissed furiously, bodies locked, hands lost in hair. Rose knelt over Jude's face and moaned his name like it was sacred.

Over and over and over again, they came. Each climax fed the bloom's light. The petals shimmered brighter. The walls of the chamber began to glow with the same symbols that danced on their skin now - written in fire, memory, and the oldest language: touch.

When it was done, the flower began to dim. Slowly, peacefully. Its purpose fulfilled.

They collapsed in a pile of limbs and gasps, their bodies coated in sweat and light.