Phoebe’s POV
"Are you cold?" Perry asked when he noticed my trembling.
I wasn’t cold. I was burning from the inside out, desperate to lose myself in him before reality came crashing back down around us.
The conversation on the mountain still echoed in my mind - all those unspoken truths about heirs and futures and the impossible choices waiting for us. Tonight felt like our last night in paradise before the fall.
I pressed closer to his chest, breathing in his scent of cedar and power. "We should head back," he said, but his arms tightened around me like he couldn’t bear to let me go.
The darkness had settled around us completely now. Stars scattered overhead like scattered diamonds, mirroring the vibrant city lights sprawling below us. The city pulsed with life, seemingly untouched by the power shifts that had shaken the palace or the justice that would unfold tomorrow.
Tomorrow. Execution day for every traitor. The elders included.
Elder Augustus’s betrayal had doomed them all. They cowered in their cells now, barely daring to breathe, let alone voice any opposition to their fate.
Fear had reclaimed the palace. But up here, in Perry’s arms, I felt something else entirely.
"No," I murmured, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. "I want to stay longer."
Something flickered in his eyes - surprise, hunger, concern all mixed together.
"Can we..." I hesitated, heat flooding my cheeks. "Can we do it again?"
The words came out breathier than I’d intended, but I didn’t care. After everything we’d shared tonight - the confessions, the fears, the desperate promises - I needed to feel him inside me again. Needed to claim every moment we had left.
Perry’s eyebrows shot up, and that devastating smirk appeared. "What’s gotten into you tonight, love? Your energy is incredible."
His surprise was evident. We’d already joined three times, and I could still feel our combined releases slicking my thighs, yet here I was asking for more like I couldn’t get enough of him.
Maybe I couldn’t. Maybe I was trying to store up enough memories to last a lifetime.
"You want it too, don’t you?" I glanced down meaningfully.
His arousal pressed thick and insistent against my hip, hard as steel despite everything we’d already done. The heat of him made my core clench with renewed need.
Perry groaned softly and pulled me tighter against him. "I get hard every time you breathe near me. Just ignore it."
"How can I ignore this?" I shifted deliberately, grinding against his length and watching his control fracture. "It keeps pressing against me, demanding attention. Shouldn’t I give it what it wants?"
"Phoebe..." My name came out rough, warning.
"Shouldn’t I give you what you want?" I corrected, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper that made him curse under his breath.
"You don’t need to do anything. I need your attention more than I need release."
"Liar." I laughed softly, then slipped out of his arms before he could stop me.
My hand found his length, fingers wrapping around the thick heat of him. He was so hard it had to be painful, the tip already slick with arousal.
"God, Phoebe..." My name escaped him like a prayer and a curse combined.
At this point, resistance was impossible. He’d give me anything - his crown, his kingdom, his very soul - as long as I kept touching him like this.
"Lie back," I commanded softly.
Something shifted in the air between us. Perry’s eyes widened slightly at my tone - I was never this forward, never took control like this. Usually I was pliant in his arms, letting him worship me with gentle dominance.
But tonight was different. Tonight I needed to feel powerful, needed to drive him as wild as he drove me.
Perry obeyed, settling back on the soft grass with his hands behind his head, watching me with dark fascination.
"That’s better." I straddled his thighs, my bare skin glowing silver in the moonlight.
His hungry gaze followed every movement as I kissed a slow trail down his chest, pausing to nip at the sensitive spots that made him arch beneath me.
"What’s gotten into you?" he asked breathlessly, though he made no move to stop me.
"Maybe I’m tired of always being the one getting pleasure," I murmured against his skin. "Maybe tonight I want to be the one in control."
Perry’s sharp intake of breath told me exactly how that idea affected him.


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