The sky above had turned indigo, the spiral of stars now directly overhead, glowing faintly gold.
Rose knelt over him, her thighs straddling his hips, her body slick and warm. She didn't move at first. She just cupped his face in her hands and looked into him, as though reading the things he hadn't dared say out loud.
"I love you," she whispered.
He didn't hesitate. "I love you."
She sank onto him in one smooth movement, their bodies locking together perfectly. She held still with him buried inside, and Jude felt it - that moment of completion, of silence, before the storm.
And then she began to move.
Slow, rolling thrusts that built in intensity with every pass. Her hair flowed like silk over her shoulders, her eyes never leaving his. All around them, the others circled, hands on Rose's hips, on Jude's chest, kissing, touching, guiding the rhythm as one. They weren't taking turns anymore. They were one motion, one body, one breath.