Jude moaned into Emma's chest, his tongue finding her nipple just as she cried out, the sound loud and perfect in the clearing.
When they came together, it was messy and perfect, bodies slick and tangled, breath hot and broken, hearts thundering. Emma collapsed beside him, panting softly, and Zoey curled up beside her.
They rested for a moment, but the air didn't cool. The island pulsed around them, still hungry, still humming. Rose crawled forward, straddling Jude slowly, her fingers brushing down his chest.
"Now me," she whispered.
He didn't hesitate. He sat up, took her in his arms, and kissed her like it was the first time again. She moaned against his lips, grinding slowly, sliding onto him with a wet, aching shiver. Their bodies moved together with an ancient rhythm, like waves crashing, like wind through leaves, like time itself surrendering.