Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1274

Chapter 1274: Chapter 1274

Lucy stepped forward, her bare feet whispering across the wood, the morning light catching in the delicate shimmer of sweat on her collarbone. Her smile wasn’t the eerie, glowing grin that Rose wore - but something softer, more intimate, and devastatingly sensual. Jude couldn’t move. He sat frozen on the edge of the bed, watching her as if she were something sacred and forbidden all at once.

She came closer, her eyes locked to his, but he could see her chest rising and falling faster now, like her body was reacting before her mind could even catch up. Her fingertips trailed across the low beam of the wall as she passed, then across his shoulder, as if grounding herself. Her smile remained, but her lips parted just slightly, and Jude swore he heard a hum beneath her breath - a note, barely audible, the same one from the island’s pulse.

"Lucy," he whispered again.

She straddled his lap without a word, sinking down against him, her robe falling open to reveal the soft curve of her thighs and the gentle swell of her breasts. She hadn’t dressed fully after getting up - only wrapped in the same fabric she’d slept in, and now it clung to her like fog clings to moonlight.

"I heard her," she murmured, her lips brushing his ear, her breath warm and trembling. "In the trees. In my dream. She wasn’t calling me. She was waiting for me to come."

"Did you go?" he asked, hands instinctively moving to her hips, steadying her, feeling the heat of her against him.

"I didn’t have to," she said, her voice low and impossibly soft. "She’s already in me."

Jude stiffened, but Lucy pressed closer, kissed him, slow and deliberate. There was no rush in her mouth - just a velvet hunger, a taste of something floral and wild, like passionfruit and rain. He felt her breath hitch as their lips moved, her fingers threading into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan.

Her hips rolled once, slow, teasing, and she whispered against his lips, "Don’t fight it, Jude. Just feel me."

He didn’t know if it was her words or the way her body moved against his that shattered his hesitation. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was her warmth, or the fear of losing her to something he didn’t understand. Maybe he was already unraveling.

His mouth found her neck, kissing down slowly, sucking at the hollow of her throat until she gasped and arched into him. Her hands slid under his shirt, nails grazing his chest, his stomach, and he yanked it off without breaking rhythm. Her skin met his, heat to heat, and she moaned softly into his mouth as he pulled her robe down, baring her shoulders, her breasts.

"God, Lucy..." he breathed, kissing across her collarbone, down to her nipple, which stiffened instantly under his tongue.

She whimpered, rocking against him harder now, her slickness obvious through the thin fabric of his pants. Every part of her moved with intention, like she wasn’t just responding to desire - she was desire. His hands slid down her back, gripping her ass, lifting her just enough to grind her against his growing hardness.

"I want you inside me," she whispered, voice trembling. "Now."

Jude didn’t hesitate. He lifted her, laid her back on the bed, and tugged his pants down just enough to free himself. She watched him with hooded eyes, one hand between her thighs, rubbing slow circles that made her hips twitch.

He moved over her, kissed her again - deep, rough, a growl in his throat as he slid between her legs. She guided him in, the tip of him pressing against her entrance, and her gasp turned into a moan as he pushed in slowly, inch by aching inch, until he was buried in her.

They both stilled, eyes locked, breaths shallow.

Her fingers curled into his shoulders. "You feel different."

He kissed her cheek. "You feel perfect."

Then he moved.

She gasped again, her back arching, her hands clutching him like she never wanted to let go. He thrust into her slow at first, savoring every drag, every clench of her around him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper, faster. Their rhythm built like music, rising and falling in waves, their skin slick, breathless, tangled.

Lucy moaned his name, again and again, louder each time, and the sound of her voice wasn’t just pleasure - it was melody. Harmony. The same haunting tune from the trees, from the humming roots of the island.

He kissed her mouth to quiet it, but she pulled back, eyes wide. "No," she said breathlessly. "Let me sing."

So he did.

She cried out, her hands raking down his back, her hips bucking to meet every stroke. Jude felt his control slipping, but he held on, watching her, needing her more than he’d ever needed anything. The light from the doorway hit her skin just right - like she glowed from within.

And then she broke.

Lucy’s back arched fully, her mouth opened in a silent cry before the song burst from her throat - not words, not screams, but a note, long and aching and beautiful. It resonated through the air, and Jude came undone inside her with a groan that was all surrender. They clung to each other, shaking, breathless, sweat-slick and tangled in the sheets.

When it was over, they didn’t speak for a long time.

Jude lay beside her, his hand on her stomach, feeling the soft rise and fall of her breath. Lucy stared at the ceiling, her lips parted, the smile now completely gone - but her face was serene.

He turned to her. "Are you okay?"

She blinked. "I... I think I am."

"You said she was already inside you."

"She didn’t take me," Lucy whispered. "She... woke me. Like something inside me had been waiting. Like I already belonged."

Jude swallowed hard. "Lucy, I don’t want to lose you."

"You haven’t," she said, turning to face him. "I’m still me. I still love you. But I see more now. I feel more. And I’m not afraid of it."