Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1609

Chapter 1609: Chapter 1609

A central hearth appeared - a ring of smooth black stones with fire that danced without smoke.

Around it, wide, open chambers, each glowing faintly in a different hue.

One for every love.

One for every desire.

One for every truth.

Natalie kissed him softly and whispered, "Show me ours."

He took her hand.

And they walked into the dream they were building together.

Behind them, the other wives explored the emerging spaces, laughing, gasping, kissing, touching. The island bloomed around them - echoing each kiss, each moan, each whisper like a song woven from the roots.

And far above, the stars shifted again.

No longer symbols of stories past.

Now they danced in the sky to the rhythm of the lives being written below.

Together.

The chambers formed themselves out of longing.

The first was lit in soft amber, its walls gently curving like an embrace, filled with cushions of moss that pulsed with gentle warmth. Jude led Natalie there, her hand small and hot in his. She was flushed with excitement, her breaths shallow, her lips parted like she was ready to speak but couldn’t find words. He didn’t need them. He only pulled her close and held her there, against his chest, in the center of the amber chamber.

"I dreamed this," she whispered.

"I think we all did," Jude said, brushing a kiss against her hair.

She looked up at him. "But I want this to be ours."

He smiled and leaned in. "Then let’s make it."

They sank to the floor together, a tangle of heat and breath. Her body melted into his, her thighs parting for him with a breathless sigh as he kissed her mouth open, slow and reverent. Their lovemaking was unhurried, full of soft groans and whispered names, as though the room itself listened and responded - glowing brighter with each shared pulse. When she came, she clung to him like she was drowning in bliss, crying out his name like it was the only thing that could keep her grounded. He followed, gasping against her skin, the two of them arching together in golden light.

When they emerged, hand in hand, their skin glowed with a slightly deeper hue than before. The others noticed. No one spoke of it - but their smiles deepened, their eyes softened.

Zoey tugged Jude next, grinning wickedly, leading him into a room shaped like flame.

This chamber was all sharp shadows and slanted light, textured with blackened bark and red-gold moss that felt like velvet. The air was spiced and thick, heady with something wild. Zoey shoved him against a wall with a grin and pinned him there with her mouth, biting his lower lip as she reached between them and took him in her hand, stroking until he groaned.

"No words," she whispered. "Just give it to me."

He did.

She climbed him like a vine, wrapping her legs around his hips, kissing and biting and grinding until she guided him inside her with a hiss of pleasure. It was rougher this time, louder - her moans filling the room as they moved together against the wall, her nails clawing his back, her hips meeting his in wild, eager rhythm. The firelight danced across her skin, and when she came, she bit his shoulder and shook with it, her whole body trembling as the moss flared beneath their feet.

They collapsed into the cushions, tangled and gasping, and she whispered, "That was mine."

He kissed her and whispered, "Yes."

Grace met him in a room that shimmered with silver and lavender.

This one had a soft stream running through it, the floor cool stone warmed by the light above. She sat at its edge, her feet dipped in the glowing water, and looked at him with shy hunger. He approached slowly, kneeling before her, taking her hand and pressing it to his heart.

"I want you," she said softly, "but not the way they do. I want to be seen."

He smiled and leaned in to kiss her fingers. "You are."

They undressed each other slowly. Grace blushed beneath his gaze, but didn’t look away. She lay back in the moss, her legs open for him, and Jude moved between them with tenderness. Their coupling was soft, rhythmic, a lullaby of heat and affection. She gasped his name again and again, her eyes shining with tears as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into her.

When she came, it was silent. Only her breath caught, her back arched, her body trembling against his.

He held her long after it was over, until the glow settled in their bones.

Susan’s chamber was a misty green cocoon of vines and dangling blossoms. She drew him inside with a touch, her fingers barely grazing his. The air was cooler here, quiet, damp. They moved without speech, her lips brushing his throat as she undressed him, slowly, reverently. She sat astride him in the moss, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow as he slid inside her. It was slow, achingly so, as though she wanted to memorize each inch of him.

She whispered poetry against his skin, fragments of dreams and memories. He whispered her name back like a prayer.

Stella’s room was a garden.

Literal vines bloomed in real time under their steps. Every kiss made petals open. Every thrust between them sent a new row of blossoms blooming. She laughed as they moved, tangled in each other in a swirl of heat and color, moaning into his neck, dragging her fingers down his chest. Their lovemaking was playful, breathless, sweaty. She came twice before he did, gripping his face and whispering, "Again. I want you again."

Scarlet waited in a space filled with mirrors - smooth obsidian walls that reflected a thousand angles of their bodies. She touched her own reflection while he touched her, then turned and offered herself to him, kneeling with her hands on the wall. She didn’t say a word. But when he took her from behind, slowly, reverently, her reflection moaned back in perfect synchronicity, glowing golden with each thrust.