Lips met lips. Tongues tasted skin slick with salt and fire. Every touch, every sound, was echoed by the living chamber. Lucy lay beneath Jude, her eyes wide, her mouth open in a perfect gasp as his fingers slid inside her.
Emma grinded against his thigh while Zoey pulled Sophie into her arms and kissed her until they both cried out. The air was thick with sex and soul, with magic and flesh.
The being that had risen from the throne watched with delight, shifting her shape, touching each of them in turn with hands that burned like pleasure and breath that tasted like wild honey.
Natalie arched, her back bowing as Stella's lips moved between her thighs. Grace wept as Rose cradled her from behind, whispering truths into her ear between soft nips at her neck. No one was left untouched. No one was left alone.
And Jude - he was at the center.