Page 100 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

His hands gripped her thighs, pushing them higher, opening her up more. He moved slowly at first, dragging each thrust deep, making her feel every inch of him.

Ivy’s breath hitched, her nails raking down his back, her body molding to his like she was made for this.

Then Christian lost his restraint.

He slammed into her, his pace rough, unrelenting, forcing her deeper into the mattress. Every drag of his shaft hit somethingdevastating inside her, making her cry out, her body already teetering on the edge again.

“You like this, don’t you?” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. “Being fucked like this.”

She could barely form words, her body consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “God, yes.”

Christian groaned, his movements turning almost punishing, his hands gripping her so tightly she’d have bruises tomorrow.

But she didn’t care.

She wanted this—wanted him.

His fingers found her clit again, rubbing tight, merciless circles as he pounded into her.

“Cum, Ivy,” he commanded, his voice raw, desperate.

Ivy shattered, pleasure slamming into her so violently she thought she might break apart completely. Her walls clenched around him, squeezing him so tight he let out a strangled curse.

With a final deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning as he spilled inside her, his body jerking with the force of his release.

For a long moment, they stayed tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their chests rising and falling in unison.

Christian’s lips trailed lazily down her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

When he finally pulled back to look at her, his dark eyes still smoldered with hunger.

Ivy was still trembling, her body buzzing from the last earth-shattering orgasm, when she felt Christian move again.

She barely had time to catch her breath before he was flipping her over, pressing her face into the mattress, his hands gripping her hips possessively.

A shocked gasp escaped her lips. “Christian—”

“I’m not done,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.

Her heart pounded as he spread her thighs wider, his rough fingers trailing up her spine before fisting her hair, tugging her head back just enough to make her arch for him.

“You thought I’d be satisfied so easily?” His breath was hot against her ear, his tone edged with dark amusement. “Look at you, still shaking, still soaked for me.”

His other hand slid between her legs, his fingers gliding through the wetness he had already claimed.

Ivy whimpered, her body twitching at the overstimulation, but Christian didn’t stop. He rubbed slow, teasing circles over her swollen clit, making her gasp and jerk against him.

“Ahhh,” she whimpered, her legs trembling.

Christian’s grip tightened in her hair, keeping her exactly where he wanted. “I love this sound,” he rasped, his fingers pressing down harder, making her body jolt with pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.

“Christian—”

Her plea was cut off when he suddenly pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right, finding the spot that made her toes curl.

Her entire body seized, her mouth parting in a silent cry as pleasure slammed into her again.

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