Zoey wrapped herself around Grace, their mouths meeting in a heated kiss that deepened with the rising pulse of the altar. Natalie bent beneath Layla, who licked up her belly in long, desperate strokes, while Susan grinded slowly against Stella's thigh, breath hitching in broken rhythm.
Jude moved with Lucy, each thrust deep, deliberate, more than sex - communion. She cried out with every motion, nails digging into his shoulders, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
"I see her again," Lucy whispered. "The woman… the tree… the cave… she's showing me."
Rose guided Jude's face to hers and kissed him hard, tongue exploring his mouth like she'd waited a century. "Keep going," she murmured. "We need you to finish. You're the catalyst."