Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1515

Chapter 1515: Chapter 1515

She swallowed. Her voice came quieter than usual, but steady. "It won’t let me stay out forever."

"You’re not out," Jude said. "You’re watching from the shore."

"I don’t want to lose myself."

"You won’t," Scarlet whispered from the moss, her body still half-curled. "You don’t lose anything. You shed what never belonged."

Emma looked past Jude, at the others - Grace’s flushed cheeks, Lucy’s dreamy smile, Zoey’s shining eyes. They were still themselves, and yet, clearly not. Something inside had unfolded, bloomed, and it had changed them. But they weren’t gone.

They were more.

Emma exhaled. "Then show me."

Jude didn’t wait. He leaned forward and kissed her, slow and deep, his hands coming to her waist and pulling her against him. Emma shuddered, tension breaking from her body like splintered glass under waves. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her breath caught in his mouth, and she kissed him back.

Hard.

The kiss grew quickly, fire from a spark, and she didn’t stop him when his hands slid under her shirt. She pulled it over her head herself. Her shorts followed, kicked aside in the dirt, and Jude lowered her slowly to the moss, his body sliding over hers, warm and ready.

But Emma wasn’t passive.

She flipped him, straddling his hips, her hair falling like a curtain around them both. Her thighs gripped tight, and she reached down, guiding him into her with a desperate gasp. She moaned sharply, her head thrown back, the tightness of her body drawing him in inch by inch until he was buried completely.

He grabbed her hips, but she set the pace - slow, hard grinds, riding him with purpose, letting her nails drag down his chest. Every sound she made was low, almost angry with need. She wanted this. She wanted him to feel her, every motion a declaration that she was still her, even in surrender.

The others watched silently, reverently.

Sophie leaned back against Zoey, who wrapped her arms around her waist, the two of them swaying gently to the rhythm of Emma’s movement. Grace kissed Lucy’s shoulder, fingers trailing down her stomach as if echoing the climb happening before them. Scarlet didn’t move, only watched with her lips parted, her legs still glistening with Jude’s earlier release.

When Emma came, it was violent - her cry echoed through the trees, hips jerking, breath choking out of her in gasps as she shook over him, her walls fluttering wildly around Jude until he followed with a groan, thrusting up into her, his own climax crashing through them both like lightning through water.

She collapsed on his chest, breathing hard.

No one applauded.

There was no need.

It wasn’t a performance.

It was worship.

Minutes passed like hours.

Eventually, Emma whispered, "I feel like I was underwater and just came up."

"You were," Lucy said from the edge of the circle. "Now you’re breathing something new."

Jude kissed the top of her head and helped her up. She leaned against him, still shaky, but smiling now. That same faint glow was in her eyes. He recognized it. Not the golden shimmer like Rose’s, but the soft radiance of someone who had touched the source.

Scarlet reached out, pulling Emma into a soft embrace, their skin pressing gently together. "You’re not alone."

Emma hugged her back, silently.

And then, from the forest, came a sound none of them expected.

Footsteps.

Not soft, not creeping.

Deliberate.

They turned as one, bodies tensing slightly, though none of them reached for weapons. It was too late for that, maybe. Too intimate now. Too far into something else.

From between the trees stepped Natalie.

She wasn’t humming.

She wasn’t glowing.

But her expression was different.

Softer.

Lost.

"I’ve been trying to resist," she said quietly. "I thought maybe I could stop it from touching me if I just stayed in motion. Kept guard. Stayed outside of the firelight."

Jude walked toward her, still naked, no shame in his stride. "And?"

"I heard it anyway," she said. "In my dreams. In the birds. The water." She looked up at him. "I dreamed of you. And Zoey. And Rose. I dreamed I was beneath the trees, and they were singing, and you were inside me, and it felt like something holy."

He reached out and took her hand. "It wasn’t just a dream."

Natalie stepped forward into him, her body trembling, and when he kissed her, she opened with such quiet desperation that it nearly broke him.

The others approached slowly, tenderly.

Lucy behind Natalie, wrapping arms around her waist.

Sophie to her side, brushing her lips across her shoulder.

Zoey sinking to her knees, pressing her cheek against her thigh.

Natalie cried as they touched her - not with sadness, but with overwhelming surrender. And when Jude laid her down on the moss and entered her, she sobbed with relief.

"I’m not afraid anymore," she whispered.

And the song, all around them, deepened.

Because now they were all singing.

Zoey was the first to move after Natalie fell asleep, curled between Lucy and Sophie beneath the swaying branches. The morning mist drifted over their bodies like silk, the air warm and heavy with moisture. Jude lay on his back, one arm behind his head, watching the sky pulse through cracks in the trees. It felt like the forest had grown closer overnight, vines curling inward, trunks pressing like sentinels. The island was folding around them - embracing, not trapping.

Zoey straddled his waist without a word, her eyes hooded, her mouth already parted. She didn’t need permission, not anymore. Her fingers slid up his chest, tracing the dried remnants of the night, the salt and heat and love smeared into his skin. She leaned down and kissed him, her hair falling around his face like a veil, and when her lips pressed to his, it was slower than before. Not hunger. Not possession.

Devotion.

Jude moaned softly, hands finding her hips, gripping them as she began to move. They lost in themselves.