The day moved like silk - no sharp edges, no interruptions, just body after body returning to him, drawn with aching certainty to the heat between them. They didn't wait for nightfall. Their ritual began with Natalie, who took his hand and led him to the shallow pool at the base of the tree. She stepped into the water, let it rise to her thighs, then turned, nude and glowing, arms outstretched.
"Claim me again," she said.
Jude stripped without hesitation, his arousal already thick and full. He stepped in behind her, pressed his chest to her back, and sank into her with a single, powerful thrust. She cried out softly, gripping the rock in front of her, hips pushing back to meet his rhythm. The water slapped gently around them, their moans rising in tempo until she shuddered against him, her body shaking, her mouth catching his name like a mantra.
