Chapter 1631

Clothes meant nothing here. Neither did gravity. They sank into each other like the island had made this place just for their bodies to remember everything. Jude fell back, and the grass caught him like a lover's hand. Hands gripped his thighs. Breasts pressed to his chest. Lips slid over his skin. Moans rose and fell, slow, drawn out, reverent. He was filled, claimed, tasted, adored.

He kissed Lucy until her breath hitched and her back arched.

He gripped Zoey's hips as she rode his thigh, crying out his name.

He took Sophie's mouth while Grace kissed her breasts.

Emma lay across his stomach, licking a slow line up to his throat while Natalie teased his length with fingers light as air.

Stella straddled his chest, her hair falling in a curtain around his face, her hands clenching in his.

Scarlet's mouth moved lower, wrapping him in fire, while Susan straddled his knee, trembling.