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.
