Jude and Lucy moved together, their breath becoming one. Her legs trembled around him, her body blooming beneath his as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
When she came, it was with a shudder and a cry that echoed in every chest. And when Jude followed, it wasn't just release - it was surrender. Surrender to them. To the island. To everything.
They collapsed together, surrounded by the others, their breathing ragged, their bodies glowing.
Emma crawled over next, her skin flushed, and lay on Jude's other side, curling against him like she had in countless nights before - but now her kiss was hungrier, filled with gratitude, with ache. Sophie followed, pressing a kiss to his forehead, then to Lucy's. Grace kissed his hand. Layla ran her fingers through his hair.
And Rose… Rose watched.
She hadn't touched him yet.
When their eyes met, Jude reached for her.