Chapter 1516
Jude moaned softly, hands finding her hips, gripping them as she began to move. She was wet already, slick and hot, guiding him into her with a slow push that made them both shudder. Her forehead pressed to his. Her breathing matched his. Each rise and fall of her hips was a heartbeat. A prayer. A promise.
"I dreamed of you before this place," she whispered against his mouth. "But I never knew it was real until you touched me like this."
His fingers dug into her thighs, holding her steady as he met her rhythm. Around them, the others stirred - Emma kissing Natalie’s shoulder, Grace curled into Stella’s lap, Sophie sliding into the cradle of Lucy’s legs. They weren’t watching out of curiosity anymore. They were witnessing something sacred.
Zoey’s moans grew louder, breathless, broken. Her nails left trails on Jude’s chest. She clenched around him, her orgasm starting slow, a ripple, then breaking all at once. Her body shook, her back arched, and she cried out his name like it was the only thing she remembered. Jude followed her over the edge, spilling inside her with a growl, his hands still wrapped tight around her hips, anchoring them both to something deeper than flesh.
When she collapsed on top of him, panting, they didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. Her cheek rested against his, and he held her there as the island continued its quiet song around them.
Then, from the trees, came the sound of feet again.
Lighter this time.
Softer.
Jude lifted his head.
Sophie.
She hadn’t left. She hadn’t run. She stood just beyond the edge of the circle, dressed in a simple wrap of woven leaves and cotton, her hair braided, her expression unreadable. But she was there.