Her body was hot, trembling, and tight around him as she sank down. She moved with slow, purposeful rhythm, riding him while the others began to circle. Their bodies touched, not just with him, but with each other - hands gliding, mouths brushing, hips pressing. It wasn't orgy. It wasn't ritual.
It was celebration .
Sophie cried out when she came, biting down on his neck and shuddering. Jude groaned beneath her, grabbing her hips to keep her from falling. When she slid off, Zoey took her place immediately, pinning Jude's wrists to the moss as she kissed him hard and deep.
"I hated you," she whispered.
"No you didn't."
"No," she agreed, grinding against him. "I was just scared."
"Are you still scared?"
Zoey smiled darkly. "Terrified."
