Page 110 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

His lips left hers, trailing down her jaw, her throat, kissing and nipping as he went. His hands roamed over her body, sliding under her dress, fingers skimming the bare skin of her thighs.

“I missed this,” he murmured against her skin, his lips brushing the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

Her breath hitched. “Then don’t stop.”

He hummed in response, his mouth moving lower, lips grazing her collarbone, her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin.

His fingers hooked into the thin lace covering her, teasing the fabric aside before dipping lower, testing her readiness.

Ivy’s back arched, a sharp breath escaping as his fingers found their target, stroking slow, deliberate circles that sent shivers down her spine.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the sounds threatening to spill from her mouth.

Christian smirked. “Hush, Ivy. This is not our home.” he teased, his fingers pressing deeper, his movements relentless.

She whimpered, shaking her head, unable to answer.

Christian suddenly pulled back, his strong arms lifting her again as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down, his dark gaze devouring the sight of her sprawled beneath him. He took in the sight of her bare skin, her breasts rising and falling with each uneven breath.

He stripped off his shirt, his toned body flexing as he reached for his belt. Ivy’s eyes followed his every movement, anticipation tightening in her core. His hands were on her again in an instant, pushing her dress higher, higher, until it was gone, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin.

His rough palms traced over her body, memorizing every curve, every inch of softness beneath him. His fingers traced the curvesof her bare breasts, his thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks.

Ivy whimpered as his fingers traced the soft skin, making her shiver. His lips moved up, trailing along her jaw, down to the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his hot breath fanning against her skin.

Ivy barely had time to respond before his tongue flicked out, tracing the curve of her jawline, leaving a damp, heated trail. Then, he moved lower.

His mouth found the soft skin just beneath her ear. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss there, sucking lightly before dragging his tongue in slow, deliberate strokes.

Ivy gasped, her hands fisting the fabric of his shirt.

Christian smirked against her skin. “Sensitive here?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. His teeth grazed the spot before he latched on, sucking harder this time.

The heat of his mouth sent fire racing through her veins. She tilted her head back, exposing more of her throat to him, a silent invitation he eagerly took.

His tongue flicked over the delicate curve of her neck, tasting her, savoring her. He kissed lower, tracing the hollow at the base of her throat, his lips moving in a slow, sensual path toward her collarbone.

Then he did something wicked.

He flattened his tongue against her skin, licking a hot, wet stripe from her collarbone back up to the base of her ear.

A shudder wracked through Ivy’s body.

She could only moan in response, her body pressing against his, desperate for more.

Encouraged by her reaction, he took his time, his lips exploring every inch of her neck, alternating between soft, teasing nips and deep, claiming kisses.

He sucked at the tender spot just above her pulse, rolling his tongue against her skin as he marked her with bruising heat.

Ivy whimpered, her head lolling to the side, completely surrendering to his mouth.

Christian didn’t stop.

He trailed his tongue down the column of her throat, then bit gently at the curve where her neck met her shoulder.

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