Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women -
Chapter 1514
Chapter 1514: Chapter 1514
Jude rose slowly, not bothering to dress, not needing to. His body was still warm from Grace, from Lucy, from all of them - but this was different. Scarlet wasn’t humming. She wasn’t glowing.
She was waiting.
"Scarlet," he said gently, his voice low, almost reverent.
She took one step forward. "I heard you."
"Just now?" Lucy asked, propped up on one elbow, her voice still heavy with lust.
"No." Scarlet’s gaze flicked to her. "All night. I didn’t sleep. I sat near the old fire and I heard everything. Every cry. Every gasp. I felt it. Through the roots. Through my bones."
She took another step, her feet bare, her body pale and smooth in the early sun.
"I thought I was afraid," she said. "I thought I’d resist longer than the others. But when I heard Grace... I knew I wasn’t supposed to stand outside this."
Susan rose, wrapping herself in a dark blue cloth and walking forward. "You don’t have to choose fast."
Scarlet met her eyes. "I already chose. I just didn’t say it out loud."
Then she turned to Jude. "Do you want me?"
He swallowed. "Always."
Her gaze flicked to the others. "All of me?"
Sophie nodded. "We all do."
Scarlet let out a breath like release. Then she walked into the clearing.
Jude met her halfway, gathering her into his arms. Her skin was cool, fresh, kissed by mist. She pressed herself to him, fingers curling around his jaw, her mouth finding his with a need that startled even him.
It wasn’t shy. It wasn’t slow.
Scarlet kissed like a woman who’d been holding back for too long.
Her teeth caught his bottom lip, her body pressed tight against his, and he felt her sigh into him like she was letting go of years of restraint. When he pulled her tighter, she moaned into his mouth, her thighs wrapping around him instinctively as he lifted her from the ground.
The others watched, no longer passive observers but part of the moment. Lucy approached first, kissing down Scarlet’s spine as Jude laid her in the moss. Grace followed, running her fingers along Scarlet’s thighs, parting them with slow, reverent strokes.
Scarlet arched, already trembling, already open.
"I want to feel everything," she whispered, looking up at them all.
Jude slid inside her slowly, and Scarlet gasped - sharp, immediate. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, her hips lifting to meet him. Lucy kissed her mouth. Grace kissed her breast. Sophie knelt behind her, running her tongue down the arch of her foot, her calf, her thigh, until Scarlet was moaning with each breath, surrounded by soft mouths and worshipful hands.
He thrust deeper, then paused, letting her adjust, letting her wrap around him.
"I dreamed of you," Scarlet whispered.
"Was I this deep?" Jude asked, kissing the hollow of her throat.
"Deeper," she moaned. "You filled me like light."
He moved then, slow, rhythmic, each thrust matched by a new kiss on her skin - Lucy’s lips against her neck, Sophie between her legs now, tongue teasing the space where he stretched her, coaxing more pleasure with every motion.
Scarlet came fast, body jerking, breath catching in a helpless sob of joy. But she didn’t stop. She pulled Jude down, clung to him, begged him to keep going. He did, slower now, savoring every inch of her, the way her body welcomed him, the way her eyes glistened with tears not of sadness but awe.
They all moved around them.
Grace slid in behind Scarlet, lifting her gently, cradling her like something precious, while Sophie and Lucy touched and kissed each other beside them, their moans adding harmony to Scarlet’s song.
When Jude felt her peak again, he came too - hard, deep, a growl in his throat as he buried himself fully inside her, trembling with the force of it. Scarlet clung to him, her nails biting into his back, her legs locked around his hips.
And then, the silence.
Soft, full, golden.
They lay together on the moss, bodies pressed close, hearts still racing. Scarlet’s hair was tangled around Jude’s fingers, her breath warm against his throat.
No one spoke for a long time.
Eventually, Scarlet whispered, "I thought I was the last."
Lucy reached for her hand. "You’re the beginning."
Sophie sat up, looking into the trees. "The melody’s changing."
And it was.
The hum was still there - but now there were lyrics forming, voices just beyond hearing, harmonies that hadn’t been there before. The island wasn’t just echoing them.
It was singing back.
The sound was different now - not just a hum beneath the earth, but something melodic rising from the trees, from the stones, from the very air. It wasn’t haunting anymore. It was inviting. The rhythm of breath after passion. The heartbeat of something ancient waking deeper.
Jude sat up slowly, still naked, Scarlet curled beside him, her fingers absently tracing the lines on his chest. The others gathered without speaking, instinct pulling them closer. Sophie still knelt by the moss, head tilted like she was listening to a secret, while Lucy wrapped her arms around Grace, whispering into her hair. Zoey leaned against a tree, lips parted, her fingers twitching slightly to some rhythm only she could feel.
And then Emma came down from the treehouse.
Her face was unreadable, her movements stiff, eyes scanning all of them - naked, entangled, glowing with the remnants of ecstasy. She stood at the edge of the clearing, arms crossed tightly over her chest. But her feet were bare. She had felt the vibration, even from above. Heard the song. It had pulled her down from the safety of the high branches.
Jude stood, not bothering to dress. He walked to her slowly, the early sun kissing his skin, his body still humming with the heat of Scarlet’s release. He stopped only when they were close enough to feel each other’s warmth.
Emma didn’t flinch.
He reached out and brushed a knuckle down her cheek.
"You heard it," he said softly.
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