Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1519

Chapter 1519: Chapter 1519

Jude closed his eyes and breathed them in, filled to bursting, utterly whole for the first time.

The island sang.

And this time, they sang with it.

The sky above them shifted color like oil on water - deep blues melting into gold, lavender bleeding into fiery red. The island breathed with them now, each inhale matched by a soft wind across their skin, each exhale met with a warm pulse beneath their feet. They had returned from the pool as something more - more connected, more aware, more undone and remade.

Jude stood in the center of the clearing as the others circled him slowly. No one spoke. Words felt too small now, too fragile. It was touch that mattered. Breath. The trembling space between lips. The shared heartbeat that throbbed between them.

Sophie was the first to move. She stepped up behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face to his back. Her lips brushed between his shoulder blades, slow and deliberate, and he felt her sigh against his skin. Lucy approached next, walking in from his left like the wind itself, her fingers trailing down his chest, across the lines of his stomach, her nails barely grazing. Emma followed, kneeling at his feet, her eyes shimmering with something electric, her mouth parted slightly like she was already tasting him.

The others joined, forming a circle around them, but it was no ritual. It was desire, honest and undiluted. Layla kissed Sophie without hesitation, soft and teasing, while Zoey moved around to Jude’s right, her hand sliding down his hip, her gaze sharp and hungry. Stella came forward with Grace beside her, both of them whispering something to each other in a language that felt invented between them, their mouths too close, smiles too knowing.

Jude reached for Lucy first, his hands gripping her hips, drawing her against him. Their mouths met with a quiet hunger, no rush, just the deep, slow rhythm of people who had nowhere else to be but inside each other. Her moan was soft, drawn from somewhere deeper than her throat. It vibrated against his chest.

Sophie’s hand found his back again, sliding lower now, dipping between them, her fingers pressing against his spine. He turned his head, caught her lips in a kiss that tasted like salt and summer and all the years they’d shared. She leaned into him, pressing her body against his back, and together they held him - Lucy before him, Sophie behind.

Emma rose slowly, her lips brushing Jude’s stomach, then chest, then neck, before she reached his mouth. She kissed him slowly, her tongue playful, her fingers gripping his arms like she needed him to hold her together.

They undressed him piece by piece, no rush, no urgency. It wasn’t about stripping - every movement was worship. His shirt slid off his shoulders like silk, guided by Lucy’s hands. Sophie unfastened his belt, kissing the back of his neck as she did, while Emma ran her hands down his thighs, her mouth pressed to the hard curve of his abdomen.

When he was bare, the women stepped back slightly to admire him - not like a trophy, but like something beloved. Something holy.

Zoey stepped in next, her body already bare, her skin glistening with the heat of the island. She pressed her chest to his, her hand wrapping around the back of his neck, and kissed him like it was her right, like she had waited long enough. Jude responded with equal heat, lifting her slightly, spinning her so her back met the soft grass. She gasped beneath him as he lowered himself, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

Lucy didn’t wait. She knelt beside them, kissing Zoey’s thigh as Jude began to move inside her. Sophie pressed herself against Jude’s back again, kissing his spine, whispering things he couldn’t hear but felt all the way to his bones.

Emma straddled Lucy’s lap, their mouths finding each other, breasts pressed close, hands exploring familiar curves like rediscovery. Stella and Grace began their own slow dance a few feet away, Stella’s fingers threading through Grace’s hair as she guided her down onto the moss, their bodies folding into each other like smoke.

Natalie and Layla circled Jude next, their hands brushing along his arms, his back, his sides, as he rocked into Zoey with a deep, rolling motion that made her cry out softly, her nails digging into the earth. When Jude finally came, it was with his face buried in Zoey’s neck, her legs trembling around him, her body pulsing in time with his. But the moment didn’t end - it only shifted.

Lucy pulled him into her next, guiding him onto his back, straddling him with a low growl in her throat. Her hips moved like music, slow at first, teasing, then faster, each grind matched by the way she whispered his name between kisses. Her breasts bounced softly above him, her hair falling around them both like a veil. Jude gripped her thighs, holding her steady, watching her fall apart with a quiet, blissful cry.

Sophie joined then, kneeling beside them, kissing Lucy’s shoulder, then her neck, then her breast. Lucy’s hand reached for Sophie’s, fingers threading together as she rode Jude harder now, the pleasure building again between them all.

Jude came again, this time inside Lucy, holding her as she trembled and collapsed against him. Sophie kissed them both, then leaned in to whisper, "You’re not done yet."

Emma straddled him next. She didn’t tease. She sank down in one smooth motion, sighing like she’d been waiting forever. Jude grunted beneath her, his hands on her hips, guiding her rhythm as her head fell back and her hair swept across her spine in a dark curtain. She clenched around him as she moved, her breath hot and erratic, her thighs shaking.

Zoey crawled beside them and kissed Emma’s shoulder, her fingers teasing her breasts as she bounced atop Jude with growing urgency. They were like a poem.