Chapter 1522

She hadn't moved from where she stood, but now she was behind him, her fingers sliding up his spine, her breasts pressed to his back. Emma kissed his shoulder, and Jude groaned low in his throat, caught in a web of heat and sound and soul.

They pulled him down into the grass.

They worshipped him.

Four women - Lucy, Sophie, Emma, and Zoey - bared themselves to him, bared themselves to each other, touching and moaning and kissing without shame or hesitation. The island responded with pulses of heat, the ground warming beneath their skin, the light shifting through the leaves to dance over their bodies.

Rose watched.

Not with jealousy.

With pride.