Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1494

Chapter 1494: Chapter 1494

Zoey stepped forward, her voice unusually quiet. "What does it want from us?"

"It doesn’t want," Rose said. "It reflects. It gives back what we offer."

Grace walked to the edge of the pool, kneeling. "It’s like a mirror."

"No," Stella whispered, her eyes wide. "It’s like a bed."

There was something about the moss-covered platform that called to them in the same way the shard above did - intimate, sacred, sensual.

Rose stepped onto the platform and lay back, her arms open, her body glowing in the crystal’s light.

She looked at Jude. "Join me."

He moved without thinking.

The moss was impossibly soft beneath his knees. The light wrapped around him like silk as he knelt beside her, his hands braced on either side of her hips. Rose pulled him down with a sigh, their mouths meeting in a kiss that was slow and infinite.

The others watched. None moved at first.

Then Lucy stepped forward, removing the thin wrap around her shoulders. Her body was bare and beautiful in the shifting light. She climbed onto the platform and knelt beside them, pressing a kiss to Rose’s neck, then to Jude’s lips.

Jude reached for her, his hands moving over her hips, pulling her close as Rose moaned beneath him. They shifted, bodies intertwining, mouths finding skin, breath quickening.

Sophie was next.

She undressed silently, her gaze never leaving Jude’s. When she knelt behind him, her hands slid along his shoulders, grounding him. She leaned forward to kiss his spine, then pressed her chest to his back, her lips whispering, "I’m here."

Natalie, Stella, and Grace followed, each shedding their garments like layers of doubt. Their bodies were fluid in the light, their movements synchronized as they surrounded the platform, touching, kissing, becoming part of something larger.

Zoey paused. Emma did not move at all.

Jude met Zoey’s eyes. She was trembling slightly, caught between desire and fear.

He reached out a hand. "You don’t have to."

She exhaled hard, then stepped forward and joined them. Her touch was urgent, her kisses fierce, like she was purging doubt through connection.

Emma remained at the edge.

Her voice was low. "This isn’t what I am."

Jude pulled away from the others long enough to look at her. "Then don’t. Stay who you are."

Emma nodded, but she didn’t leave. She sat near the wall, watching, her gaze unreadable.

On the platform, bodies moved in rhythm.

It wasn’t chaos - it was harmony. Every kiss, every touch, every moan was part of a greater song. Jude lay on his back now, Lucy straddling him, her eyes locked on his, her breath ragged and full of wonder.

"You feel it?" she whispered.

He nodded.

"Then don’t stop."

Her hips moved in slow circles, her hands on his chest. Rose kissed his throat, her fingers tracing patterns across his ribs. Sophie slid between them, her mouth joining Lucy’s, their tongues tangling as Jude groaned between them.

Stella and Grace explored each other nearby, bodies tangled, legs intertwined, their laughter soft and breathy. Natalie knelt beside them, her mouth on Stella’s thigh, her hands spreading Grace open as they gasped and whimpered.

It became heat. Light. Sound.

Jude came with Lucy, their cries mixing with the hum of the crystal above. The shard flashed with a brilliant pulse - like a heartbeat - and then dimmed again.

For a long time, no one spoke.

They lay together, tangled and glowing in the aftermath, breath slowing, hearts syncing.

Rose kissed Jude’s chest. "Now you’ve heard the whole song."

He turned his head to look at Emma.

She still sat there, eyes shining. "It’s beautiful," she said softly. "But it’s not mine."

Jude understood.

She was the note outside the scale. The harmony not yet sung.

The final choice would be hers.

And the island would wait.

Emma stood slowly, her hands brushing against her thighs as if dusting off invisible dirt. Her eyes traveled over the mossy platform where Jude lay surrounded by glowing skin and tender moans, limbs tangled in a sacred tangle of heat and breath. Her gaze was not harsh, not cold - it was mournful. The kind of sorrow that comes not from anger, but from standing on the threshold of something you know you cannot follow.

She turned toward the crystal, watching how it pulsed faintly with each of their shared heartbeats. Every throb of light was like a chord resonating through the cave, stroking the walls, the vines, their bodies. And still, Emma stayed at its edge, watching the melody take shape without her.

Lucy was the first to notice. She rose slowly from Jude’s side, her skin glowing from the inside, lips still pink and swollen, her breasts rising and falling with every breath. She walked over to Emma, naked and proud, unashamed, radiant.

"Come feel it," she said softly, reaching for her.

Emma shook her head once. "I don’t want to lose myself."

"You don’t," Lucy replied. "You find more of yourself. The part this place has always whispered to."

Emma looked down at Lucy’s hand but didn’t take it. "You don’t know how much I’ve held together. If I let go..."

"You won’t shatter," Lucy said, stepping closer. "You’ll bloom."

Behind them, the others stirred again. The song hadn’t ended - it was just beginning its next verse. Grace was curled beside Stella, their legs knotted together, fingers caressing slowly. Natalie kissed along Zoey’s ribs, and Sophie pressed her cheek to Rose’s hip, their breath shared in a slow, steady rhythm.

Emma let her gaze drift to Jude.

He lay still, half-lidded, sweat glistening on his skin. His hand lay across his chest, the other still tangled in Sophie’s hair. When he looked up and saw her standing alone, he held her with his eyes in a way no one else could.

"Em," he said quietly.

It was just her name. No begging. No seduction. Just her name.

She stepped forward.

One step.

Another.

And then she was in the light.