Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1520

Chapter 1520: Chapter 1520

Jude moaned into Emma’s chest, his tongue finding her nipple just as she cried out, the sound loud and perfect in the clearing.

When they came together, it was messy and perfect, bodies slick and tangled, breath hot and broken, hearts thundering. Emma collapsed beside him, panting softly, and Zoey curled up beside her.

They rested for a moment, but the air didn’t cool. The island pulsed around them, still hungry, still humming. Rose crawled forward, straddling Jude slowly, her fingers brushing down his chest.

"Now me," she whispered.

He didn’t hesitate. He sat up, took her in his arms, and kissed her like it was the first time again. She moaned against his lips, grinding slowly, sliding onto him with a wet, aching shiver. Their bodies moved together with an ancient rhythm, like waves crashing, like wind through leaves, like time itself surrendering.

Layla joined them, her lips finding Jude’s shoulder, her hand on his chest. Grace kissed Rose’s neck, pressing her body against her back. It became a nest of bodies, soft and tangled, mouths and hands and hearts pressing into each other with a love that burned and healed at once.

When Jude came inside Rose, she screamed softly, her body pulsing around him, her nails digging into his back like she never wanted to let go. But she wasn’t alone. The others climaxed around them - Zoey gasping as Lucy kissed between her legs, Sophie and Emma moaning into each other’s mouths, Grace writhing as Stella licked her thighs, Natalie shaking as Layla held her face and kissed her through it.

And when it was finally quiet again, they lay together in a tangled sprawl, breathing softly, touching gently. No one spoke. They didn’t need to. The love was in the way they held each other, the way they kissed without urgency, the way their limbs stayed entwined long after the desire had faded.

Jude lay with Rose curled against his chest, Lucy under one arm, Sophie wrapped around his side, Zoey tracing shapes on his stomach with her fingertips. Emma slept with her head on his thigh. Grace was tangled with Stella. Natalie cradled Layla, their legs twisted together like vines.

The stars were visible above them now, impossibly close, blinking like they watched with interest.

a soft hum, like a lullaby fading into the rhythm of their breath. The moss beneath their bodies pulsed with warmth, cradling them gently, as if the island itself was holding them close in the aftermath of passion. The fire had burned low, casting golden shadows over their tangled forms, catching on sweat-slicked skin and the glimmer of half-lidded eyes.

Jude stirred first, slowly, carefully untangling himself without waking the women around him. Rose clung to his chest like something sacred, her lips pressed against the curve of his throat. Lucy exhaled softly in her sleep when his hand slipped from beneath her. Sophie rolled onto her back with a contented sigh, the curve of her mouth still etched with the memory of their shared release. Even Zoey, so often alert, so often watching, slept now with one hand wrapped loosely around Jude’s wrist as though afraid he’d vanish if she let go.

He didn’t move far - just enough to sit upright, bare and warm beneath the stars, the cool night brushing across his damp skin. For a moment he only watched them, the women he loved, the women who had become something more than wives, more than partners. They were bonded now by something deeper than desire or survival. They were part of each other. The shimmer still lived in their skin, even when they slept.

A quiet rustle came from the edge of the clearing.

Jude turned, muscles tensing instinctively.

Sophie was already sitting up, her eyes snapping open as if drawn by the same sound. She met his gaze instantly, alert and calm, her hand reaching silently for his.

Another rustle. Then a figure stepped from the trees.

Stella.

She looked different again.

She wore a garment woven entirely from vines and thin petals, clinging to her curves like second skin. Her hair was coiled up in an intricate braid that shimmered with tiny golden leaves. And her eyes - her eyes glowed not with the eerie fire Jude had seen before, but with something softer. Something deeper.

She didn’t speak.

She simply extended her hand.

Jude rose, his bare feet touching the cool moss, his fingers brushing Sophie’s in silent reassurance. Then he took Stella’s hand.

She led him.

Not into the trees this time, but down a path glowing faintly with soft bioluminescence - a trail of light like starlight embedded in the ground itself. The forest was silent, reverent, as they passed. Branches parted of their own accord, leaves shimmered with soft motionless wind. The song was still there, humming low and deep beneath his skin, but it no longer pulled. It invited.

They reached a pond unlike any Jude had seen before. Its surface was silver and glassy, like polished moonlight. Strange white flowers floated across it, their petals opening as they passed to reveal tiny flickers of gold within. Stella knelt by the edge and dipped her fingers into the water.

"I dreamed of this place before I ever found it," she said softly, finally breaking the silence. "Before Rose... before the shimmer touched me. I saw us here. All of us."

Jude knelt beside her, unsure of what to say.

She turned to him, her voice laced with something like wonder. "We’ve only just begun. You know that, don’t you?"

He didn’t answer. But he felt it. In his bones. In the air. The island wasn’t done with them.

Stella leaned forward and kissed him - not hungry, not needy, but soft and endless. Her mouth tasted of petals and heat, her breath was trembling. He responded, not because he needed to, but because he couldn’t do anything else. His hands slid into her hair, pulled her close, and the world slipped away again.