Phoebe's POV
I stared at Perry, ready to bolt. Fear crept up my spine—would this make him furious? But when he raised his head, his lips glistened. He licked them slowly.
"You taste absolutely divine," Perry said with that devastating smirk, heat flooding my cheeks crimson. He leaned down again, pressing his mouth to my core before standing and capturing my lips, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
The memory hit me—he'd done this before. How foolish I'd been, thinking he'd be angry about me coming on his face.
He craved it.
"Now, get dressed. Or we're not going anywhere."
Perry strode from the room, leaving me alone. Without his support, my legs gave out. I collapsed onto the cold floor, fighting to steady my breathing. That had been overwhelming.
He'd gone straight for me, but... I'd loved every second.
I bit my lip hard. Was wanting this intimacy so wrong? I'd endured sex with Kevin for an entire year. Even during my period, he'd force me to satisfy him somehow.
