He slid his fingers into her, slow and wet, feeling the slick heat waiting for him. She gasped, her body trembling, her hands clinging to his wrist as her hips began to rock.
Natalie came behind him, reaching around to stroke his balls while Lucy sucked him deeper, her tongue working him to the edge.
Rose stood in front of the tree now, arms raised, her voice lifted in a song without words.
The island echoed her.
And then Jude came - hard and sharp and endless - into Lucy's mouth, into her throat, pouring himself out as Sophie came on his hand, crying out, clutching his wrist with both hands.
The roots surged upward.
The tree shook.
And then - blooms.
Golden.
Radiant.
Exploding from every branch.
They opened like mouths gasping with pleasure, releasing a shimmer that fell over the entire clearing, coating their skin, their lips, their sex.
The tree had bloomed.
They had awakened it.
Rose turned.