Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1064

Chapter 1064: Chapter 1064

The sun rose slow and golden, slipping between leaves like honey poured from the sky. The morning was warm, soft, and thick with the smell of blooming flowers and earth. In that velvety light, Rose stepped barefoot into the clearing, her loose white tunic dancing gently around her thighs. The breeze kissed her skin, and her dark hair spilled wild over her shoulders as she stretched her arms toward the sky with a low, satisfied sigh. Jude had woken alone, again, but he didn’t feel abandoned. He felt curious, aroused by the scent lingering on his skin, the taste of her still on his tongue from the night before. She had vanished sometime during the night, lips pressed to his neck, whispering something he couldn’t remember but still felt deep in his bones.

The others were already stirring. The fire crackled with the familiar pop of breakfast preparation, and Susan was slicing fruit while Emma boiled water by the pot. Grace sat near the logs combing her hair, and Stella walked lazily back from the forest trail with a basket of mushrooms. It should’ve been an ordinary morning. It wasn’t.

When Rose appeared, everything shifted.

She moved toward the others like a breeze through silk, light, fluid, without effort. She stopped behind Zoey and brushed her hair aside, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. Zoey leaned back into her, eyes closing, breath hitching as Rose whispered something inaudible against her ear. Then she moved on. Her fingers lingered on Natalie’s waist, sliding around her from behind as she helped mix herbs for tea. Their bodies pressed together, and Natalie didn’t flinch. Instead, she let out a low, amused hum.

"I like this new energy," she said, teasing.

Rose grinned. "There’s nothing new about it."

Layla was by the waterline, sleeves rolled up, skin sun-kissed and damp from the river. Rose walked straight to her. Layla turned just in time to meet her lips. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t shy. Their mouths came together in a kiss that made the air thick around them. Jude, watching from a few steps away, felt something coil tightly in his stomach.

Layla dropped the fruit she was washing, and it splashed into the shallow stream, forgotten. She gripped Rose’s hips, pulling her closer, the kiss deepening as their bodies locked in rhythm. Rose’s fingers laced into Layla’s damp hair. Layla moaned softly into her mouth. The sound caught Stella’s attention, then Grace’s. Then all of them.

No one interrupted.

No one looked away.

Layla gasped when Rose’s lips left hers, trailing kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and up again. Their mouths met again, and this time, Layla pressed Rose up against a tree, hands sliding under the hem of her tunic. The others watched in silence, eyes wide, breath caught in their throats.

Jude didn’t move.

He felt the heat, the hunger that pulsed from the scene in front of him, but he wasn’t jealous. He was mesmerized. Enchanted.

Rose moaned Layla’s name, loud and clear, as Layla lifted her against the tree, their bodies grinding together through the thin fabric, gasps and sighs mingling with the wind. Their rhythm was slow, wet, deliberate. Jude could see the way Rose arched her back, how Layla kissed her stomach, her thighs, how Rose trembled with every touch.

By the time they collapsed together onto the grass, sweaty and tangled, a few of the others had quietly stepped closer. Susan sat down nearby, legs curled beneath her, watching with open eyes and flushed cheeks. Stella knelt by Rose’s side and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Beautiful," Stella whispered.

Rose turned her head and smiled at her, still catching her breath. "She is," she said, glancing toward Layla, who was nuzzled against her side, eyes closed, lips curved in a lazy, blissful grin.

That afternoon was slow and intimate. They cooked together, bathed in the stream, brushed each other’s hair. Zoey painted patterns of ash and flower pigment onto Natalie’s back while Grace braided Susan’s curls. It was all touch and scent and little smiles, constant contact, as if no one wanted to let go.

Rose kissed everyone that day.

Not all at once, not in a rush, but like a slow dance that lasted hours. A brush of lips on a shoulder here, a lingering kiss on a palm there. Each one unique. Every touch deliberate.

When the sun dipped low, they gathered around the fire, close and warm. Rose rested against Layla now, curled into her side like a cat, her hand tracing idle circles along Layla’s thigh. Layla’s smile hadn’t faded. It was dreamy, heavy-lidded, and her fingers stayed tangled in Rose’s hair.

Jude sat across from them, watching, feeling the buzz of energy that hadn’t left since morning. His wives were glowing. Relaxed. Closer than ever.

And no one mentioned the monster.

Not a whisper of it.

They didn’t need fear tonight.

Later, when the stars were thick and silver in the sky, Rose led Layla toward the trees, laughing softly, their fingers linked. The others went inside the house one by one, still brushing lips, exchanging soft looks. Jude waited last, stretching out on the porch, looking up at the sky. He could still hear them, soft giggles, the distant hum of another kiss.

Then silence.

He drifted off, peace washing over him like waves.

The next morning, birdsong greeted them again. The sky was cloudless, the sun sharp. Dew hung heavy on the leaves.

Jude woke to the sound of laughter. Light, clear, lovely.

He rolled out of the blanket and stepped onto the porch. That’s when he saw her.

Layla.

She was sitting on a stone near the water, legs crossed, hair down, sunlight dancing across her skin. She looked radiant.

She also looked different.

She moved like Rose.

Her tunic was loose, her thighs bare, and her smile curved like it held a secret. She leaned back and stretched with a soft moan, letting her fingers trail down her chest.

Jude stood there watching.

Then she turned her head, slowly, fluidly, and looked at him.

Her eyes sparkled.

And then she smiled.

Not a regular smile.

It was wide. Too wide.

And her lips curled at the edges like she knew something no one else did.

Just like Rose did.