Page 116 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

Her stomach twisted in panic, her hands gripping his arms weakly. "D-Did they... hear...?"

Christian smirked, pressing a lazy, open-mouthed kiss against her jaw.

"Lied about that," he murmured, his lips brushing over her flushed skin. "This room’s soundproof."

His tongue flicked over her earlobe, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

"You can scream as loud as you want."

A gasp of disbelief left her lips before she smacked his chest with a weak but playful slap. "You—!"

Her protest was cut off by a sudden gasp as Christian flipped her onto her stomach in one swift motion. A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest as his lips trailed down her spine, his hot tongue tracing each curve, each dip of her body.

"Still got energy to slap me?" His voice dripped with amusement, but his actions were anything but playful.

His hands spread her thighs apart, his tongue following, tasting every inch of her sweat-slicked skin.

Ivy shivered, her breath hitching as his lips brushed lower, as he kissed, licked, and devoured her like he had all the time in the world. His tongue flicked over the crease of her thigh, teasing, coaxing, making her thighs twitch in anticipation.

“Christian…” she whimpered, her fingers twisting into the sheets, her body arching instinctively toward him, seeking more, needing more.

He smirked against her trembling skin, his sharp teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, drawing a shaky gasp from her lips. His large hands held her firmly in place, spreading her wider, preventing her from escaping even if she wanted to.

“I want to do it again, Ivy,” he murmured, his voice dark, hungry. His breath was warm against her, teasing the most sensitive part of her with every syllable.

Before she could plead, his mouth was on her. Hot. Wet. Demanding. His tongue flicked over her sensitive bundle of nerves, slow at first, teasing, coaxing soft moans from her throat. Then, without warning, he sucked, hard, sending a jolt of pleasure through her spine that made her cry out, her hands fisting the sheets.

“C-Christian—” She gasped, her thighs instinctively trying to close around his head, but his grip tightened, forcing her open, forcing her to take every stroke of his wicked tongue.

“You taste even sweeter,” he groaned against her, the vibration sending another shudder through her. His tongue delved deeper, circling, flicking, before he latched onto her sensitive bud again, sucking with a sinful rhythm that had her body shaking.

She was coming undone too fast, her body overwhelmed, the pressure in her core building mercilessly. “I—Christian, I—”

“Not yet,” he growled, pulling away just before she could tip over the edge.

A frustrated sob left her lips, her body writhing, desperate for release. But he wasn’t done teasing. His fingers replaced his mouth, two thick digits sliding inside her with a sinful ease, curling just right, pressing against that spot that made her back arch off the bed.

His tongue was back on her, licking and sucking in tandem with his fingers, building her up again, pushing her closer and closer—

Her body tensed, her head tilting back as the pleasure consumed her, drowning her, burning through every nerve. She shattered, her release hitting her so hard her vision blurred, her entire body convulsing as she screamed his name.

Christian groaned against her, licking her through every wave of pleasure, his fingers still working her until she was sobbing from the intensity, her legs trembling around him.

When he finally pulled away, he sat back on his heels, his face glistening, his eyes dark with hunger. He wiped his mouth with his hand, looking down at her wrecked form.

He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along the curve of her waist, trailing higher until his lips found the sensitive swell of her breast.

A sharp gasp left her lips as he wrapped his mouth around her nipple, sucking gently, his tongue swirling over the hardened peak. The contrast between the gentle rhythm of his mouth and the lingering intensity of their passion left her trembling beneath him.

She stirred, a soft whimper escaping her as he moved to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. But exhaustion was already pulling at her, her body too spent to respond the way it had before.

Her breathing slowed, her lashes fluttering shut as sleep overtook her, but Christian didn’t stop. He kept kissing her, his lips trailing from her chest back up to her jaw, then to the corner of her mouth.

He hovered there, watching the way her features softened, her body fully relaxed beneath him.

His thumb brushed over her swollen lips before he leaned in again, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against them.

And then another.

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