Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1525

Chapter 1525: Chapter 1525

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

"We dreamed this," Lucy whispered.

Jude nodded. "Every night since the first hum."

"And we kept pretending it wasn’t real," Sophie murmured. "We thought it was just desire. Just need."

"But it’s more," he said, voice husky.

Lucy turned to him, her fingers catching his jaw. "It’s a new language."

Their mouths met in a kiss that didn’t feel like beginning or end - only continuation. A deep exhale of something too long held inside. Jude pulled her against him, his hands gripping her hips as Sophie pressed in from behind, her hands on Lucy’s waist, her breasts brushing against her back, her voice still humming softly against Jude’s skin.

He reached behind, pulling Sophie into the embrace, the three of them now swaying slowly, their limbs tangled, their bodies moving with slow, deliberate grace. Lucy leaned back into him, gasping as Sophie kissed her neck, while Jude’s hands traveled over her body like he was memorizing her again - every dip, every tremor, every gasp.

Sophie pressed against them both, and soon Jude turned to her, capturing her lips with his own. Her mouth tasted like the air before a storm, electric and sweet. She moaned into him, lifting one leg to wrap around his thigh, her fingers threading through his hair as she arched into his body.

Emma moved then, rising from her bed of moss with the lazy confidence of a goddess. Her walk was slow, feline, hips swaying with purpose. She joined them without words, without question, slipping behind Jude, her hands skimming his sides, her breath teasing his ear.

"Let me," she whispered.

And he did.

Lucy turned, facing Sophie now, their mouths meeting, their bodies pressing together. Jude felt Emma’s lips on the back of his neck, her hands stroking lower, and when he turned to her, she kissed him like she’d been waiting forever. She wasn’t patient - she was wild. Her hands slid down his chest, over his stomach, gripping him firmly as she dropped to her knees.

Jude moaned aloud, his fingers tangling in her hair as her mouth closed around him, hot and wet and perfect. He rocked into her slowly, gasping as Sophie and Lucy continued to kiss beside him, their hands moving over each other with reverence. The sight of them - the way their mouths tasted each other, the way Lucy’s hand slid between Sophie’s thighs - made his knees tremble.

Emma moaned around him, her rhythm deepening. Jude’s head fell back, pleasure overwhelming every thought until he felt Lucy’s hand slide between his legs, joining Emma’s, teasing them both. Then Sophie knelt beside Emma, adding her tongue, her breath, her voice to the mix, and Jude nearly collapsed.

He pulled away before he could lose control, and all three women looked up at him, lips swollen, eyes heavy with desire. Lucy reached for him first, guiding him down to the soft bed of moss, pulling him over her as she spread her legs.

"Now," she whispered.

He slid into her slowly, savoring every inch, every sound she made as her back arched and her nails scraped down his back. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him hard, biting his lip, groaning into his mouth. Sophie knelt beside them, kissing Lucy’s neck, her shoulder, stroking her breasts as Jude thrust deeper.

Emma straddled his face, and Jude didn’t hesitate. He gripped her hips and pulled her down, his tongue finding her easily, tasting her slick heat as she rode his mouth with a cry of pleasure. Lucy’s body clenched around him, her moans growing louder, and Sophie’s hands stayed busy - stroking, guiding, amplifying every sensation.

They moved together like a storm, like waves, like something elemental. There was no end and no beginning - only breath and sweat and skin. The pool pulsed around them, warm and golden, catching the light of the chamber and reflecting it back in wild, dancing flashes.

When Lucy came, she screamed his name, her voice shaking the vines above them. Emma came moments later, her thighs trembling, her hands buried in Jude’s hair. Sophie gasped, her fingers working her own clit as she watched, her body shuddering as she reached her own edge.

Jude kept moving, slower now, deeper, his breath catching in his chest as he felt the tension coil and break in waves inside him. He came with Lucy, burying himself in her with a cry that echoed through the chamber like thunder.

They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and sighs and skin still flushed from the heat of release. For a long while, none of them moved. The hum returned again, soft and low, the sound of something old and powerful whispering its pleasure.

Sophie was the first to stir.

She sat up slowly, her body gleaming with sweat, and turned to Jude. Her eyes were soft now - no longer suspicious, no longer guarded.

"I understand now," she said.

Jude brushed his fingers through her damp hair. "It doesn’t feel wrong anymore."

"No," she agreed. "It feels... like we finally stopped lying."

Emma curled into his side, her lips brushing his chest. "I don’t want to go back."

"We can’t," Lucy said. "We already crossed over."

They stayed like that for hours, resting, whispering, touching without urgency. And when they finally rose and dressed again - more vines, more feathers - they didn’t feel separate anymore.

They were one.

Jude looked toward the far side of the chamber where Rose had once stood. She wasn’t there now, but he could feel her still - like the memory of a kiss, the scent of rain in the air.

Sophie took his hand, lacing her fingers with his. "We’re ready now."

He nodded. "Then let’s see what the island wants to show us next."

And together, they walked deeper into the golden glow.

They followed the gentle slope of the chamber as it twisted and narrowed, the air thick with warmth and sweet humidity.