Jude moaned softly, hands finding her hips, gripping them as she began to move. She was wet already, slick and hot, guiding him into her with a slow push that made them both shudder. Her forehead pressed to his. Her breathing matched his. Each rise and fall of her hips was a heartbeat. A prayer. A promise.
"I dreamed of you before this place," she whispered against his mouth. "But I never knew it was real until you touched me like this."
His fingers dug into her thighs, holding her steady as he met her rhythm. Around them, the others stirred - Emma kissing Natalie's shoulder, Grace curled into Stella's lap, Sophie sliding into the cradle of Lucy's legs. They weren't watching out of curiosity anymore. They were witnessing something sacred.
