Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1455

Chapter 1455: Chapter 1455

Emma looked past him at the others. Zoey and Stella. Grace and Natalie. Each of them radiant, relaxed, changed - but still entirely themselves . And yet... something more shimmered beneath their skin.

Sophie cupped Lucy’s face, searching her eyes. "You left me."

"I didn’t mean to," Lucy said. "But I had to see. I had to feel it. I never stopped loving you. You’re still part of me."

Sophie’s jaw clenched, but she didn’t pull away. "I don’t understand any of this."

"You don’t have to yet," Zoey said, approaching them. "But you will. You’ll feel it. Like we did."

"I don’t want to feel what took you all away," Sophie snapped. "I want to know you’re still you."

Stella moved between them gently. "We are. We’re just... more whole."

Emma turned to Jude. "Tell me what happened."

He nodded slowly. "There was a heart beneath the island. Alive. Watching. Waiting for us. The singing, the rituals... it all led there. When we joined, it awakened."

Emma’s brow furrowed. "You joined ?"

Jude stepped closer to her, touching her hand. "All of us. We became one. Not just in body. In soul."

Her throat bobbed. "You made love to them?"

He nodded again. "I did. And they to each other. And something opened because of it."

Emma stared at him, pain flickering across her features. "And I wasn’t there."

He cupped her face. "But you’re here now. And it’s not done. It’s never done. The island is opening to us, layer by layer. And you’re part of that."

Lucy reached for Sophie’s hand again. "You can still come with us. But not out of fear. Only if you choose."

Sophie shook her head. "I need to see it with my own eyes."

Jude nodded. "You will. When you’re ready."

The group reassembled around the fire. The embers from the previous night still glowed faintly. As the sun dipped lower, casting amber shadows across the forest, something began to shift in the air again. But this time it wasn’t the hum or the singing.

It was heat.

A slow, simmering warmth that curled between them like smoke.

Jude felt it first in his chest, then in his thighs, then deep in his spine. His eyes met Emma’s - hers were wide, glassy, her lips parted. Lucy’s fingers slid over his knee, her touch featherlight, teasing. Natalie leaned into Grace’s side, her tongue tracing the shell of her ear. Stella’s hand was already sliding along Zoey’s inner thigh.

And then Sophie surprised them all.

She stood.

And began to undress.

Slowly. Deliberately.

Her fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt, lifting it inch by inch. Her skin caught the firelight like burnished gold. Her breasts rose free, her nipples hard and flushed. Her eyes never left Lucy’s.

"If I’m going to understand this," she said, her voice low and dangerous, "then I’m going to feel it first."

Lucy stood too.

She closed the distance between them and kissed her.

Not gently.

Their mouths crashed together, hungry, primal, desperate. Sophie growled low in her throat as Lucy’s hands found her hips. Their bodies pressed together, breasts crushed, thighs sliding. The fire cracked behind them like applause.

Jude watched, breathless.

Emma sat beside him, her hand sliding between his legs.

"I want to know what you felt," she whispered.

He turned, his mouth finding hers, tasting longing and heat and need. She straddled him, her wet heat pressing against his growing length, her arms wrapped around his neck.

Around them, clothes vanished. Moans lifted into the trees.

Natalie took Grace from behind, fingers buried deep as she bit her shoulder. Zoey lay beneath Stella, her legs wrapped around her waist, their bodies grinding in rhythm. Sophie pushed Lucy to the ground, kissing her hard as her fingers plunged between her legs.

Jude pulled Emma down onto him, sliding deep inside her in one stroke.

She gasped.

So did he.

The world spun again - heat, light, breath, pleasure. Emma moved above him, riding hard, her breasts bouncing, her nails raking his chest. Their hips slapped together in time with the heartbeat beneath the earth.

Every thrust lit up the night.

Every moan fed the fire.

Every climax felt like it echoed back from the trees.

Lucy cried out as Sophie brought her to the edge again and again. Stella collapsed beside them, gasping, her body glistening. Zoey lay back, spent, eyes half-lidded and glowing.

And still, the night stretched on.

When the fire finally burned low, the clearing was quiet - just the sounds of breath and the occasional murmur of skin against skin.

Jude lay with Emma curled against his chest, Lucy on his other side, Sophie’s hand resting on his thigh. He looked at the stars above, the thirteenth light now glowing as bright as the others.

No longer forming.

Fully lit.

Complete.

He smiled, closed his eyes, and let the island carry him into dreams.

The morning was slow and golden, and for the first time in weeks, no one moved with urgency. There was no dread trailing their steps, no fog hiding figures in the trees. Just the soft hum of insects, the filtered light breaking through the thick canopy, and the subtle, low throb beneath the earth - like the heartbeat of the island now lived in sync with their own.

Jude was the first to open his eyes.

He didn’t move.

Lucy’s cheek rested against his chest, her breath warm and steady. Emma was curled into his side, a hand possessively draped over his stomach. Sophie lay tangled in Lucy’s legs, her lips parted in sleep, a small smile on her face. The smell of skin, sweat, earth, and something sweeter than any flower he’d ever known hung in the air. Not perfume, not sap - something primal. Something born from what they’d shared the night before.

He watched them all, the women he loved, their bodies still slick from the memory of what they’d done. And then, from beyond the treehouse, came the sound of laughter - soft, musical, undeniably female.