Chapter 50: Chapter 50 A Calculated Surrender
Perry’s POV
The kiss carried the flavor of mint.
I initially assumed Phoebe had just consumed a mint, but the thought quickly faded as I returned her kiss with fervor.
Her boldness caught me off guard. I’d believed she was reluctant, that I should maintain my distance to avoid pressuring her into anything unwanted. The fragile connection between us was already hanging by a thread—I refused to be the one to snap it.
But now that she was offering herself willingly, I couldn’t resist. I pressed her back against the sofa and began peeling away her dress.
Her gaze met mine briefly before darting around the room, as though searching for something that wasn’t there.
"Eyes on me," I commanded, my voice rough with hunger. The ache in my groin was becoming unbearable. "Look at me, Phoebe."
She blinked, then finally locked her focus on me. When she swept her tongue across her lips, it nearly undid me. This woman wielded a power over me that bordered on dangerous.
I wanted to bend her to my will, claim her in ways she’d never experienced before. Destroy her completely while fulfilling every fantasy I’d harbored about her.
My desire and desperation must have been etched across my features. I was ready to consume her entirely.
To devour her. Savor her. Wreck her...
"Please, be gentle..." she whispered softly.
At least she was speaking to me now—progress. I leaned down to capture her mouth again, feeling her body quake beneath me. Her trembling intensified when I palmed her breast and teased her nipple between my fingers.
I swallowed her soft sounds as my thumb found her most sensitive spot, coaxing wetness from her core. This time she responded, rolling her hips to meet my touch.
Christ.
Every instinct screamed at me to take her roughly, to make her cry out, but her gentle plea echoed in my mind.
So I held back, tempering my need and setting a pace she could handle.
I kissed her mouth, her jaw, traced a path down her throat to her breasts where I lavished attention on her nipples, my teeth grazing the tender flesh until she writhed beneath me.
Her movements made restraint even more torturous.
"Damn, Phoebe..." I groaned against her thighs as I tasted her arousal. "You’re soaking..."
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Phoebe’s POV
My breath came in ragged gasps as I arched back, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him in place.
When his tongue flicked against that bundle of nerves, I shattered completely. My body convulsed as the climax crashed over me, and I felt him drink in every drop.
He cleaned me thoroughly with his tongue, and when he lifted his head, heat flooded my cheeks. The blush spread down my neck and across my chest.
"Want to taste yourself?" he asked, claiming my mouth before I could answer. I could taste my own essence on his lips as he settled between my legs. I was still hypersensitive from the aftershocks.
I drew his tongue into my mouth, sampling the sweetness, then gasped when he thrust into me without warning.
"It... it hurts..." I stammered, trembling. To my surprise, he went completely still, allowing me time to adjust to his size. His lips brushed gentle kisses across my face, soothing the discomfort.
When my muscles finally relaxed, he began moving slowly, watching my face as pleasure gradually replaced the pain.
"Do you like it?" His eyes burned into mine, demanding an answer. "Tell me."
"Yes..." I breathed, hardly believing it myself. I’d never imagined I could find pleasure in this act—it had always meant pain to me. But he was actually listening, keeping things slow and comfortable.
He smiled wickedly. "How about this?" His fingers pinched my nipple, drawing a moan from my lips. "I knew you’d love it."
Then he dipped his head to bite the mark he’d left on my throat, sending shockwaves through my entire body. Without warning, he drove deep, making my spine bow as I cried out in ecstasy.
This was pain unlike anything I’d known, but I craved it. I never knew hurt could be so intoxicating.
I moved my hips to match his rhythm, which only seemed to drive him wilder.
When my second release hit, it was devastating. My whole body shook as I clawed at his back, overwhelmed by the intensity.
It took a while to float back down, and when I did, exhaustion weighed heavy on my limbs. Sleep beckoned, but he wasn’t finished with me yet.
He flipped me over, positioning me on my hands and knees before taking me from behind. Then I felt his thumb pressing against my most forbidden entrance, making me freeze.
"No..." I whimpered, mortified that he would touch me there. No one ever had, but he seemed unbothered by my protest.
"You’ll enjoy it," he murmured against my ear, sliding into me while his finger worked that sensitive spot. The fullness was overwhelming.
But damn him, he was right. The sensation was beyond anything I’d experienced, and I was ashamed to admit how much I liked it.
The sofa creaked under his powerful thrusts as I braced myself for the building pressure.
Soon I was coming for a third time, and he followed right after. I felt his release spill down my thighs as we both collapsed from the force of our climax.
Thankfully, he supported his weight on his elbows instead of crushing me completely.
He licked my bare shoulder and pulled me closer. The cramped space forced him to turn me over so I could rest on his chest. Drowsiness pulled at me, satisfaction making my limbs heavy.
When I glanced up, I saw he’d already fallen asleep, his breathing deep and even as he held me tight.
Despite my own exhaustion, I waited until I was certain he was deeply unconscious before carefully extracting myself from his embrace. I watched him for any sign of waking, but when he remained still, I gathered my discarded dress and slipped into the bathroom.
In the mirror, I examined the evidence of our encounter—bite marks dotting my skin, my lips swollen and red.
But I couldn’t linger. I retrieved the poison from its hiding place and concealed it elsewhere, just as someone knocked on the door.
