The rhythm came like a wave. Her hips moved with increasing urgency, and Jude rose to meet her, hands clutching her waist. The woman behind her pressed her breasts to Sophie's back, kissing her spine, her shoulder, her neck. Sophie whimpered and moved faster, losing herself in the rising tide.
"I love you," she gasped.
Jude reached up and cradled her face. "Then come with me."
She did.
They all did.
The dome lit like a second sun.
A sound rose from the island - not music, not a voice, but a resonance that moved through their bones, vibrating with something too deep to name. The sky spun. The stars aligned. The moss pulsed beneath them. Bodies moved in tandem, in harmony, in heat.
