Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1393

Chapter 1393: Chapter 1393

Sophie raised an eyebrow. "Again?"

He smiled, and this time, it wasn’t exhaustion he felt.

It was destiny.

They moved together, hands finding hands, bodies arching into one another as they collapsed into the bed in a wave of limbs and laughter. This time, it wasn’t desperation. It wasn’t even lust.

It was a promise.

Of more.

Of always.

Jude kissed Lucy first, slowly, deeply.

Then Susan.

Then Rose, as she climbed into his lap, guiding him inside her with a satisfied sigh.

They made love again - but slower now.

Full of meaning.

Full of everything they’d remembered and everything they were still becoming.

The runes glowed brighter.

The ceiling above them opened.

And stars poured in like rain.

Rose’s body rocked against his slowly, her thighs wrapped tight around his waist, the rhythm of her hips matching the pulse of the island. Jude lay beneath her, his hands firm on her back, guiding her without leading. She was in control now - her breath catching in soft gasps every time his hips met hers, her mouth open, head tipped back, dark hair spilling over her shoulders in waves of silk. The others circled the bed, some touching, some watching, some already kissing again, hands trailing over bare skin slick with sweat and lust.

Lucy knelt by Jude’s side, her fingers brushing his cheek as she kissed him deeply, even as Rose moved atop him. "She’s beautiful like this," she whispered against his lips. "So full of you."

"She always was," Jude said, eyes flicking between them.

Sophie lay behind Rose, kissing her shoulder, one hand stroking her breast, her other arm wrapped around her waist to keep her close as she ground deeper. Rose whimpered softly, her breath stolen, her body trembling.

"She’s close," Sophie whispered, then bit gently into her neck, making Rose moan out loud.

Rose’s climax came like a wave through all of them.

Her cry echoed through the chamber, the vines above pulsing in time with her body. She collapsed forward onto Jude’s chest, panting, laughing breathlessly. "Still yours," she murmured. "Always."

Jude kissed her forehead, then stroked her hair back. "And I’m yours."

Before she even rolled off, Stella was already crawling over, her lips claiming Jude’s as she straddled his thighs. She didn’t wait. She reached between them, lined him up, and sank onto him with a soft gasp. Her body shivered as he filled her, her eyes closing, a quiet moan slipping past her lips.

Jude’s hands rose to her hips, but Stella caught them, pinned them above his head, her eyes dark with playful dominance. "Let me," she said.

And he did.

Stella began to move, slow and deep, her hips rolling in waves that made Jude bite back a groan. The petals of the bed shifted beneath them, warm and soft, rising slightly to cup her knees. Behind her, Grace knelt, her mouth moving over Stella’s back in slow kisses, her fingers tracing glowing lines along her spine.

"She’s painting her," Natalie whispered, watching from the other side, fingers dancing over her own skin in time with the movements.

Lucy slipped between Jude and Grace, pressing herself between Stella and Jude’s chest, her mouth finding his neck. "I want to feel it while she takes you," she murmured.

Stella leaned forward, sliding Lucy beneath her, letting Jude’s chest press into Lucy’s breasts as she continued to ride him. Now they were both beneath her, surrounded by lips and hands and breath.

Jude turned his head and caught Lucy’s mouth again, their kiss messy and hungry. His fingers slid into her hair as Stella’s pace quickened, her voice breaking with each thrust. Her cries were high and breathless now, body quivering, eyes fluttering.

"I’m - " she began.

Grace kissed her spine.

Sophie touched her breast.

Zoey leaned in and whispered something into her ear - soft and wicked.

And Stella came.

Her body buckled forward, collapsing into Lucy, her thighs trembling hard as she clenched around Jude, her moan muffled by Lucy’s throat. Jude groaned, gripping her hips now, lost in the feeling of being inside her while wrapped in the arms of the women he loved.

Zoey moved next, kissing Jude with a fierceness that left no space between them. "You’re not done," she breathed. "Not even close."

She pulled Stella gently aside and climbed over him, her movements quick and sure, her body slick and ready. She sank down hard, making them both gasp, and didn’t wait to build. She fucked him like she needed to - rough, fast, wild.

Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin, her fingers tangled in his chest hair as she ground against him, riding him harder than any of them had that night. Emma lay behind her, one hand stroking Zoey’s hip, the other teasing her own folds, watching them with wide, dark eyes.

"I want it next," Emma whispered. "After her. Then Sophie. Then me again."

Jude tried to reply, but Zoey stole his breath with a sudden deep grind that sent his orgasm rocketing toward the edge.

"Don’t hold back," she panted. "Come inside me. I want to feel you fill me like you did the others. I want to keep you."

His hands clutched her hips. "Zoey - fuck - "

Her moan hitched. "Now. Now. Please."

He came hard.

His entire body tensed, hips bucking upward, groaning into the air as Zoey cried out above him, her orgasm hitting at the same time. She slumped over, her body shivering, her face in his neck. "You’re mine," she whispered. "Forever."

He didn’t argue.

When she finally rolled off him, Emma replaced her without words.

She moved slowly, almost reverently, guiding him inside her with a tenderness that made him gasp. She rode him slow and deep, rocking her hips gently, her body wrapped around his like a prayer. Her lips brushed his with every breath, her fingers tracing the curve of his face.

"I love you," she whispered with each thrust.