They moved together - this time not in frenzied need, but with reverent rhythm. Their bodies swayed as one, like dancers in a ritual as old as blood. No words passed between them. Just kisses. Touches. Moans. Each woman took him again, one after the other, in the soft light of the chamber, their bodies dripping with sweat and honey and light. They fed each other the nectar from the vines. They fed each other their pleasure.
And when they came, together, again, the temple bloomed.
The roots split open above them, revealing a sky Jude hadn't seen since arriving on the island. Not night. Not day. Just endless twilight filled with stars that pulsed in rhythm with their breath.
They were part of it now.
The island.
The song.
Each other.
Forever.