Phoebe’s POV
I woke feeling satisfied, my body light against the sleeping king behind . His possessive embrace sent heat coursing through —his body temperature making every inch of my skin burn.
The sky outside had turned crimson, the sun creeping over the horizon. A beautiful morning, yet my mind raced through what had happened when the heat consud the night before.
My lips pressed together, discomfort flooding as I rembered how I’d moaned his na, how I’d begged him to take .
Wouldn’t this just fuel his belief in those rumors about begging Kevin for the sa thing?
My brows furrowed as the thoughts spiraled.
And that wasn’t all—I’d actually asked the king to kill right before that mind-shattering sex. Everything crashed together in my head.
Now I had no clue how to face him. The sex hadn’t disgusted . Hell, if I was being honest, this was the first ti I’d actually enjoyed it.
But without the heat’s lust clouding my judgnt? That would be a completely different story.
I shifted my legs, feeling the sticky ss between them. Uncomfortable, especially with his hardness pressing against my ass. We were both naked, both covered in dried fluids.
My throat ached, and several spots on my body throbbed where he’d bitten . I hadn’t minded during our wild night, but now that the passion had faded, the pain was real.
I lay there for several minutes until Perry stirred. Quickly, I pretended to sleep, closing my eyes and forcing my breathing to stay even. Please don’t let him hear my hamring heart.
But when had my prayers ever been answered? The mont he opened his eyes, he knew I was awake.
Perry brushed my hair aside and began kissing my bare shoulder, making shiver.
"I know you’re awake."
His hand found my breast, squeezing gently. I pushed him away and sat up, wincing. Even though I was satisfied and the fire inside had been extinguished, the sex had left my core tender.
"Leave alone," I whispered, clutching the blanket to my chest despite the fact he’d already seen everything. "Leave alone..."
I needed space—not because I regretted last night, but because I was emotionally wrecked. I couldn’t face him right now. I needed ti to process everything without his overwhelming presence.
It was too much.
But Perry didn’t see it that way. "What is it? Trying to push away after you got what you wanted?" His gentle smile turned savage as he yanked the hand holding my blanket, exposing my bare skin again. "You’re mine, whether I want you or not. Don’t think I’ll leave you alone just because you tell to. I’ll leave when I want to, not when you demand it."
I tried using my hair to cover my breasts, but Perry pushed down.
"Should I remind you about our intimate mont?"
"No, please... I just need so ti alone... I don’t..." At first, I thought he’d pin down again like last night. The thought of being trapped made dread what was coming.
But then he dropped to his knees, spread my legs apart, and buried his head between them, his tongue finding my core.
This shocked —I hadn’t expected this at all.
My body betrayed , and in my surprise, I froze like I always did.
Perry looked up from between my legs, his voice deep. "Did he do this to you?"
My throat went dry, words escaping . But when he rubbed my clit with his thumb, I felt that sa sensation from last night. The lust that had consud like wildfire. I didn’t find this disgusting. If anything, I didn’t resent him.
I was more upset with myself for feeling this way. The fact that I wanted Perry to continue what he was doing to my body was insane!
"Did he?" Perry watched as I shook my head weakly, and a smirk spread across his lips, making my heart skip.
I threw my head back and bit my arm as Perry began devouring . His wet, warm tongue worked my entrance, making my stomach clench and my core flood with wetness. The sounds were obscene, but sohow I loved it.
"Perry..." His na escaped instinctively—it had been the only na on my lips since last night, and I couldn’t help myself.
Hearing his na, the king bit down on my clit, and I ca hard.
I stared at the ceiling, unable to believe what had happened last night and this morning. The king hadn’t had sex with again, which I was grateful for since I was still sore from last night, but he’d managed to give pleasure twice with his tongue.
I’d taken a bath and seen the hickeys, scratches, and bruises on my arms where he’d held down when I’d had those suicidal thoughts.
But unlike the night I’d spent with Kevin, this ti I didn’t resent myself. I saw the bruises, but the resentnt wasn’t there, even though I grimaced at how ssy I looked and wondered how the king could get aroused seeing like this.
Mason and so ogas had changed the bedsheets while I was in the bathroom. She’d left food in the usual place, and the king had gone, leaving only the faint scent of sex in the air.
Once I was dressed, I ate my food. I couldn’t rember the last ti I’d had a proper al, and while I couldn’t taste anything, I devoured it greedily. I needed my strength.
Later that afternoon, Mason returned, but she didn’t bring lunch. Instead, she told to have it with the king.
"The king invited you to have lunch with him, my lady," Mason smiled happily, as if she was the one who’d been invited. I liked her cheerful nature.
"Okay..." I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt as I followed Mason out of my bedroom.
But then she dropped information that made my stomach lurch. "Your father will join lunch too. He’s here."
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