Phoebe's POV
Heat flooded my cheeks at his words, and I tried to scramble away, but my limbs refused to obey. My frustration only grew when Perry chuckled at my pathetic escape attempt.
"You're staying right here, love." His teeth caught my nipple, delivering a gentle bite before his tongue soothed the sting. He knew exactly what drove me wild. There was no getting away from him now. "Think you're going somewhere?"
The dress felt suffocating against my skin. Between the blazing sun overhead and the fire burning inside me, I couldn't stand it anymore. This fabric clinging to my body had to go.
I craved skin-to-skin contact with my mate.
"See? You're practically desperate for me." Perry peeled the dress away from my body, and when the breeze kissed my bare skin, I exhaled in pure relief—especially as he settled between my thighs. "Mmm, always so wet and ready." His tongue traced my earlobe, sending tremors through my entire frame.
Within moments, he was buried deep inside me.
