Phoebe's POV
I woke feeling satisfied, my body light against the sleeping king behind me. His possessive embrace sent heat coursing through me—his body temperature making every inch of my skin burn.
The sky outside had turned crimson, the sun creeping over the horizon. A beautiful morning, yet my mind raced through what had happened when the heat consumed me the night before.
My lips pressed together, discomfort flooding me as I remembered how I'd moaned his name, how I'd begged him to take me.
Wouldn't this just fuel his belief in those rumors about me begging Kevin for the same thing?
My brows furrowed as the thoughts spiraled.
And that wasn't all—I'd actually asked the king to kill me right before that mind-shattering sex. Everything crashed together in my head.
Now I had no clue how to face him. The sex hadn't disgusted me. Hell, if I was being honest, this was the first time I'd actually enjoyed it.
