Chapter 39: Chapter 39 A Traitorous Body Burns
Phoebe’s POV
At first, I didn’t understand what was happening to me, 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 flames consumed every inch of me, and I had no idea how to extinguish them. The only relief came when I pressed myself harder against the king’s solid frame.
Something about Perry’s weight pinning me down felt perfect. Being trapped beneath him like this, so close I could feel his heartbeat—it should have terrified me.
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 torment.
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 me—like I was some fascinating creature—made my skin crawl and burn hotter at the same time. Here I was, desperate for release when moments 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 me exactly what you need."
"Get... away from me," I managed through gritted teeth, though my traitorous body clung to him.
"Really?" His tongue traced my neck, making me shudder. "Your body’s telling me something completely different."
I hated how he could read me so easily. When the heat consumed me 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 me 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 me 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 me... 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 me."
When his mouth closed over me, I lost all coherent thought. My back bowed as his tongue swirled and his teeth grazed sensitive flesh.
"No..." The word came 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 me blazed hotter. I needed him with a desperation that terrified me.
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 me 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 overwhelmed me when his fingers pushed inside, moving with skilled precision until stars exploded behind my eyelids. My body convulsed as the climax crashed over me, grateful he didn’t deny me that release.
But he wasn’t finished with me. Not even close.
"Say my name," he growled against my ear, making me tremble. "I want to hear it."
Even with satisfaction coursing through me, 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 me swallow nervously. No wonder our first time had been so painful—I hadn’t been prepared for his size.
I wasn’t sure this time would be any different.
"Still won’t say it?" His dark chuckle sent shivers through me.
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 me moan.
This time he took his time, 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 me to the edge only to pull away.
"Look at me and say my name."
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 me with dark satisfaction as I trembled on the precipice.
"Say it," he demanded roughly.
"Perry..." His name fell from my lips like a prayer.
He buried himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust, claiming me completely.
"Mine," he declared against my throat.
And in that moment, consumed by fire and need, I couldn’t deny the truth of it.
