Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1524

Chapter 1524: Chapter 1524

Their lips met again, slow and steady, but it wasn’t like before. There was no urgency now, only heat and inevitability.

Her body pressed into his, her curves aligning with the memory of every moment they’d shared before the change. But now, there was more - like every nerve, every breath, every drop of sweat meant something.

As they kissed, the others began to touch each other again - not out of desire alone, but because the act had become something sacred.

Lucy and Emma moved together beside him, limbs tangling with grace. Natalie’s soft moans blended with Grace’s breathy sighs.

Layla and Zoey explored each other’s skin like sculptors worshipping their own creation. It wasn’t just erotic. It was worship, communion, the raw language of the island expressed through sensation and unity.

Sophie hadn’t moved.

She watched from the edge, the only one still separate.

Jude broke from Rose’s kiss, his breath ragged. "She’s afraid."

"No," Rose said. "She’s holding on."

"To what?"

"To a world that no longer exists."

Jude turned his head. "Sophie."

She met his gaze. "You think this is the answer?"

"I don’t know what the question is anymore."

"Then you’ve already gone too far."

But there was a tremble in her voice, and that was enough.

He reached out a hand. "Come. Just stand with me."

She hesitated. The silence in the chamber grew dense again. The others had quieted, all eyes on her now. Even Lucy paused, her lips wet from Emma’s neck, her fingers resting on Jude’s shoulder like a lifeline.

Sophie stepped forward.

One step.

Then another.

The water lapped at her ankles, her calves, her thighs. She stood beside him at last, her breath quick, her skin flush. Jude didn’t pull her in. He just let her stand there, close enough to feel the heat radiating from him and Rose both.

"What do you feel?" Rose asked her.

Sophie swallowed. "Like something’s going to take me."

"No," Rose whispered. "Like something’s going to join you."

Sophie turned to Jude, searching his eyes. "Are you still you?"

He nodded. "I think I’m more me than I’ve ever been."

And then Sophie kissed him.

Not with the fire of defiance, not with the doubt of resistance. But with longing - deep, old, hidden longing that bloomed between them like firelight on cold skin. Her mouth was soft and searching, and when she broke away, her hand slid into Lucy’s, then into Emma’s.

She stepped fully into the circle.

And the chamber responded again.

The pool pulsed with golden light.

The roots above trembled, and a low, deep sound - like a heartbeat echoing through stone - rippled through them all.

The transformation was not sudden. It was slow. It was shared.

Their bodies moved together again, this time not in pairs but as a single tide of desire. Sophie yielded with grace, Lucy guided her gently, Emma held her steady. Jude moved from one to the next, mouth and hands offering, receiving, becoming. He kissed Natalie’s navel, traced his fingers down Layla’s spine, tasted the salt of Zoey’s skin and the shiver it brought.

Sophie moaned into his mouth when he entered her, her fingers clawing at his back, her legs locking around him as Lucy kissed the side of her neck and Rose stroked her hair.

Jude lost himself in it again, not in lust, but in rhythm.

In song.

When it ended, they were breathless, draped in each other’s arms like petals across water.

Sophie was different.

Her smile had returned, but it wasn’t hollow. It was full.

She sat between Emma and Rose now, letting her body rest against them like she had always been part of this sacred center.

Jude leaned back, his chest heaving, his skin flushed and trembling.

Rose moved to his side and laid her head on his shoulder.

"You see now?"

He nodded slowly.

"This isn’t control," she said. "It’s surrender. To the truth of what we are when we stop pretending we’re separate."

"And what are we?"

She turned her face up to his, kissed his cheek. "One."

They slept in the chamber that night, bodies tangled, warmth shared. The hum of the island never ceased, but now it lulled instead of called. The roots above them continued to pulse, drawing down moonlight and dream into the pool below.

Jude dreamed of vines again - but this time they didn’t bind. They held.

And when he woke, Sophie was humming.

The same melody.

This time, no one was afraid.

The sound of Sophie’s humming wove through the golden chamber like a living thread, binding their breaths together in a rhythm that felt older than time. It wasn’t loud - it never needed to be. It was soft and low, resonating more in the bones than in the ears, the kind of melody that made your skin buzz and your chest ache with a longing you couldn’t name. Jude turned his head toward her, watching as she stood at the edge of the pool, completely nude, completely still, her eyes closed as if in prayer.

She wasn’t alone. Lucy was beside her, one hand resting lightly on Sophie’s waist, her own lips parted in silent harmony. Their bodies stood nearly touching, water pooling at their feet, gold light painting their skin in shifting patterns. Emma lay sprawled across a bed of moss and feathered fabric they had gathered, her eyes watching the scene with something like awe - something like surrender.

Jude rose slowly, every muscle humming with memory and heat, and stepped from the warm shallows to join them. As he moved toward them, neither woman broke the melody. They didn’t need to. He was already part of it, his heartbeat syncing to the pulse of their song. He reached for Lucy first, brushing his fingers up the curve of her back until they reached the nape of her neck. Her breath caught. Her body leaned into him like it had been waiting.

He kissed her shoulder, then Sophie’s collarbone, and felt them both shiver.