Phoebe’s POV
At first, I didn’t understand what was happening to , but my body moved on its own, grinding against Perry without thought. This strange ache twisted in my stomach, followed by a searing fire that ignited from my very core.
The flas consud every inch of , and I had no idea how to extinguish them. The only relief ca when I pressed myself harder against the king’s solid fra.
Sothing about Perry’s weight pinning down felt perfect. Being trapped beneath him like this, so close I could feel his heartbeat—it should have terrified .
Instead, I craved it.
And I despised myself for that weakness.
When Perry sank his teeth into my mark, I completely shattered. A gasp tore from my throat, followed by a moan I couldn’t suppress no matter how hard I tried.
That’s when understanding flickered in Perry’s eyes. I was in heat, and he was my only salvation from this burning tornt.
Perry pulled back slightly, studying my face. I felt the heat creeping up my neck and chest, turning my skin crimson as I panted. My hips lifted instinctively, seeking friction against his hardness.
The way he watched —like I was so fascinating creature—made my skin crawl and burn hotter at the sa ti. Here I was, desperate for release when monts ago I’d wanted death.
The irony wasn’t lost on either of us.
"What do you want?" Perry’s voice was rough with barely contained control. I could see the sadistic gleam in his eyes. "Tell exactly what you need."
"Get... away from ," I managed through gritted teeth, though my traitorous body clung to him.
"Really?" His tongue traced my neck, making shudder. "Your body’s telling sothing completely different."
I hated how he could read so easily. When the heat consud like this, I couldn’t hide behind walls or fury. I was raw, exposed, needy.
And he loved every second of it.
"Don’t you want to touch you like this?"
His palm covered my breast, and I responded instantly with a soft whimper that drove him wild.
The sound of fabric tearing filled the air. My shirt fell away in shreds, but I didn’t protest. The material had felt like sandpaper against my oversensitive skin.
"Or like this?" My bra joined the ruins of my shirt, freeing completely. His hands molded to my flesh, and I arched into his touch despite myself. "I know you’re loving this..."
My breathing turned ragged, but I made one last desperate attempt to salvage my pride. "Leave ... alone."
"Not a chance. Who else is going to take care of you?" His gaze fixated on my hardened peaks before his head dipped lower. "You need ."
When his mouth closed over , I lost all coherent thought. My back bowed as his tongue swirled and his teeth grazed sensitive flesh.
"No..." The word ca out as more plea than protest.
He’d released my wrists, but instead of pushing him away, my fingers tangled in his hair. I couldn’t make myself reject what my body craved so desperately.
The fire inside blazed hotter. I needed him with a desperation that terrified .
Perry lavished attention on my other breast while his hand traced downward, finding where I was already slick with need. His approving hum vibrated against my skin as he circled that bundle of nerves, making cry out.
When he positioned himself between my thighs, I nearly sobbed with relief. This was exactly where I needed him to be.
The sensation overwheld when his fingers pushed inside, moving with skilled precision until stars exploded behind my eyelids. My body convulsed as the climax crashed over , grateful he didn’t deny that release.
But he wasn’t finished with . Not even close.
"Say my na," he growled against my ear, making tremble. "I want to hear it."
Even with satisfaction coursing through , I pressed my lips together stubbornly. The heat had eased enough for my defiance to resurface.
His smirk was pure sin as he stripped away the rest of his clothes. I couldn’t help but stare as each inch of sculpted muscle was revealed, my gaze trailing down to where he was already hard and ready.
The sight of him made swallow nervously. No wonder our first ti had been so painful—I hadn’t been prepared for his size.
I wasn’t sure this ti would be any different.
"Still won’t say it?" His dark chuckle sent shivers through .
He was impressive and intimidating, and from the strained look on his face, barely holding back. When he positioned himself at my entrance, the smallest touch made moan.
This ti he took his ti, pushing in slowly before withdrawing, savoring my frustrated whimpers. Each thrust went deeper but never deep enough, until I was writhing beneath him.
My nails raked down his back as he continued his sweet torture, bringing to the edge only to pull away.
"Look at and say my na."
I stubbornly kept silent, even as tears of frustration gathered in my eyes. I was so close, just needing that final push over the edge.
When he withdrew completely, my eyes flew open in panic. He watched with dark satisfaction as I trembled on the precipice.
"Say it," he demanded roughly.
"Perry..." His na fell from my lips like a prayer.
He buried himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust, claiming completely.
"Mine," he declared against my throat.
And in that mont, consud by fire and need, I couldn’t deny the truth of it.
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