Zoey wrapped her arms around Sophie from behind, pulling her away from Rose and lowering her to the floor. "I want you loud," she whispered, already pushing two fingers deep inside her as Sophie gasped, her hips arching.
The room became breath and moan and rhythm.
Bodies joined and parted and joined again.
No one stopped.
No one needed to.
Jude slid from Lucy to Emma next, pulling her onto his lap as she rode him, her head thrown back, his mouth on her breasts. Her moans were high and sharp, and when she came, her nails raked down his chest, marking him like the island had marked them all.
Sophie was next.
She didn't wait.
She pushed Jude down, climbed over him, and took him inside with a growl, grinding hard, her thighs trembling as she found her own rhythm. She kissed him, open-mouthed and deep, and when she came, she bit his lip and tasted blood.
He loved it.