One by one, they entered the water like priestesses, wading in silently, their hands exploring each other with delicate reverence, their lips brushing together in slow, sensual kisses. The pool rippled with the weight of their pleasure, and the scent of their arousal mixed with the flowers blooming at its banks - sweet, heady, wild.
Jude watched, still lying on the soft grass. He should've been exhausted, wrung dry by the tidal wave of sex and feeling, but instead, he felt a deep, pulsing hunger at the base of his spine - a need not of lust, but of belonging. He rose, his body moving without command, his muscles loose and heavy with satisfaction. Rose met him at the edge of the pool, naked and wet, her arms open, her lips parted in a knowing smile.
"Come into the heart," she whispered, drawing him into the water.
The moment he stepped in, the island sang.
