Page 115 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

Her walls clenched around him, milking him as her orgasm tore through her. A desperate scream tore from her throat, her body convulsing, her nails digging into his arms as pleasure exploded in blinding waves.

Christian groaned, his jaw clenching as his thrusts turned ragged, erratic. His hard girth throbbed, thick, hot spurtsspilling deep inside her, coating her walls as he fucked every last drop into her.

He didn’t stop.

Even as his release pulsed inside her, thick and hot, he stayed buried to the hilt, grinding against her, drawing out every last wave of pleasure. She was wrecked—her body trembling, her breath coming in sharp, broken gasps as he held her there, refusing to let her go.

His teeth found the sensitive skin on her throat, biting down—harder this time, enough to send a sharp jolt through her overstimulated nerves. She whimpered, her nails raking across his back.

A possessive growl rumbled in his chest. "You’re so fucking full of me," he murmured, his tongue flicking over the fresh mark he’d left on her throat, soothing it before sinking his teeth in again.

She gasped, her body jolting, but he didn’t let up. He licked, sucked, bit—his mouth dragging down her collarbone, his hands gripping her hips as he rocked into her, slow and deep, making sure she felt every inch of him.

"You’re mine," he muttered against her skin, his voice rough, dangerous. "Every inch of this body. Every fucking moan. Every single time you cum—it’s mine."

His words sent a fresh pulse of heat through her core, her walls fluttering around him. She was so sensitive, her nerves raw, but her body still responded to him, still craved him.

Christian felt it—the way she clenched around him, the way her breath hitched every time he moved inside her. His fingers traced over her stomach, moving lower, pressing down lightlyover the spot where his thick length stretched her from the inside.

"Feel that?" His voice was a sinful purr. "I’m so deep inside you, Ivy. Right here."

He applied more pressure, forcing her to feel just how much of him she was taking. A strangled whimper left her lips, her back arching off the bed as the overwhelming sensation made her legs shake.

"Mmmhh—" she choked out, but he silenced her with a slow, punishing thrust, grinding himself against her, making her feel every ridge, every inch.

Her fingers dug into his biceps, her nails leaving faint crescent marks on his skin, but he didn’t stop. His pace was slow, torturous, his cock dragging against her sensitive walls, teasing her, keeping her right on the edge.

"You are mine, Ivy," he growled against her ear, his breath hot, his body an unrelenting force against hers. "You were made just for me."

Her body clenched around him at his words, her head lolling back, lips parted as desperate moans spilled from her throat.

Christian groaned, his patience snapping.

He pulled almost all the way out—just to slam back in, knocking the air from her lungs.

Ivy cried out, her entire body jolting from the force of his thrust.

"That’s it," he praised, his hands gripping her thighs, pulling them higher, trapping her completely beneath him. "Take me. Let me feel you come apart around me."

His pace turned brutal—deep, unrelenting strokes that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. The bed rocked beneath them, the sound of skin against skin mingling with their ragged breaths.

She was close. So close.

Christian knew it too. He could feel it—the way her body trembled, the way her walls gripped him tighter with every thrust.

"Let go for me, Ivy," he urged, his voice rough with need. His fingers slipped between them, finding her swollen clit, rubbing tight, precise circles. "Be good. Cum for me now."

His command sent her spiraling.

A strangled sob tore from her throat as her release hit her, her body convulsing beneath him, her nails raking down his back. Her walls clenched around him, milking him, dragging him right over the edge with her.

With a deep, guttural groan, Christian buried himself to the hilt, his grip turning bruising as he spilled inside her, filling her to the brim with his release. He rocked against her, grinding through the last waves of pleasure, making sure she felt every hot, pulsing spurt.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, their bodies tangled in a mess of sweat and blissful exhaustion.

Ivy barely had the strength to lift her head, but one thought crept into her haze of pleasure.

They had been too loud.

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