They moved like a dream stitched into reality, bare feet brushing over soft grass that glittered faintly beneath the twilight sky. Every breath felt sacred. Every glance shared between them pulsed with something deeper than lust - though lust simmered there too, warm and insistent.
Whatever the island had done to them, it hadn't taken their hunger. It had simply deepened it. Refined it. Transformed it into something elemental.
Jude led, but only because the others let him. It was no longer about control or dominance. It was trust. Shared, cyclical. When Sophie touched his back with her fingers, it sent ripples through the entire group, like a whisper passed down a chain of intimate contact.
Emma took his hand. Stella twined her fingers through his other. Zoey's lips brushed his shoulder. Behind him, he felt the soft press of Rose's breasts against his spine, her breath warm against his neck.
The forest parted ahead.
Not like it had been forced.