Jude gasped against Rose's lips as it flooded him - everything. Every vision. Every memory. Every climax. Every breath. Twelve bodies. Twelve hearts. Twelve souls he had touched, worshipped, held. And now, through him, through Rose, it all spun together.
Rose clung to him, nails digging into his back, her hips grinding against him. Their bodies were already bare. Their desire already rising. But this wasn't the ritual of before. This was ignition.
He slid inside her with a moan, her heat welcoming, perfect, infinite.
They moved slowly at first. Reverent. The platform cradled them. Light danced around their joined bodies. His hands cupped her hips; her thighs locked around his waist. They didn't speak. They breathed. They kissed. They remembered.