He nodded. He didn't need to answer with words. He was hers. He was all of theirs.
She turned without another word and knelt beside the altar stone. Her legs parted, and she leaned back, spreading herself open, the soft petals of her sex glistening in the starlight. The others circled around, watching, touching, teasing themselves and each other. Lucy suckled at Sophie's breast, her tongue slow and languid. Zoey stroked Grace's hair as she kissed across her collarbone, down her chest, lower.
Jude stepped between Rose's thighs.
She arched before he touched her, her back lifting from the moss like her body already knew what he would feel like inside. He ran a finger down her slit, slick and warm, and she sighed, hips rolling gently.
"Come into me," she whispered. "Let the island open through us."
He pressed forward.
Her heat welcomed him like home.