Their first nights on the island.
Each woman's first climax in his arms.
The dreams.
The fire.
The hum.
He saw the way the island had watched.
The way she had been watching.
Not to consume.
But to be born.
The kiss deepened. Her hips began to move faster. Lucy sucked harder beneath them, her tongue swirling, making Jude cry out against the goddess's lips. Emma was beside him now, licking his nipple while Natalie kissed along his jawline.
It wasn't just sex anymore.
It was worship.
It was ecstasy as devotion.
The goddess came with a cry that made the water boil.
Her climax poured through her, through him, through all of them. Zoey came first, untouched, moaning so hard her knees gave way in the shallows. Grace cried out next, clutching Stella, who was already weeping into her neck. Rose's thighs trembled as she climaxed against the goddess's back, and Sophie arched against the pool's edge, her fingers deep in her own cunt, screaming Jude's name.
