Page 47 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

Christian’s breathing grew harsher, his hands sliding to her hips.

Ivy’s hand tightened around him as she stroked him slowly. Her moves were steady and careful—gentle but firm. His body trembled beneath her touch.

Within minutes, Christian’s body stiffened. His head fell back against the headboard, his breath shuddering.

“Ivy…” he rasped.

Her hand moved faster, her soft grip milking him. His hips arched upward as a groan tore from his throat. His release spilled over her fingers as his body shook beneath her.

But the second he finished, Christian’s body shifted beneath her.

Christian flipped her over, pinning her beneath him. He forced her knees apart and slid his hand between her thighs.

“Enough,” he growled darkly. “My turn.”

His fingers slid into her warmth, pumping deeply as his mouth found her throat. Ivy cried out, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her.

“This body is mine,” Christian whispered against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “Only mine.”

He thrust his fingers deeper, curling them to hit that spot that made her entire body convulse. Her back arched sharply off the bed, her mouth falling open as pleasure crashed over her.

“Ahh… Christian…!” Ivy screamed, her body writhing beneath him.

Christian’s fingers moved faster, stroking her sensitive spot until her thighs trembled and her body jerked. Her release spilled over his hand, wet and hot.

Christian’s mouth pressed against her ear.

“You’re not done yet,” he whispered.

His fingers stroked her relentlessly, pushing her toward another peak even as she whimpered and begged beneath him. He was insatiable. Ruthless.

Her body trembled violently as another orgasm ripped through her, leaving her trembling and breathless. Her body couldbarely take it anymore, she had never experienced such intense pleasure before.

Exhausted and overwhelmed, Ivy finally cried out, “I want you inside me, Christian! Not your fingers. I want you!”

Christian stilled, his dark eyes locking with hers. Her flushed face, the sweat on her forehead, the red marks from his bites, it was enough to drive him insane. He had imagined this moment for years, but hearing her beg for him… it shattered the last bit of his control.

The second those words left her mouth, he gave in. Completely.

Ivy sat up, her body trembling as she climbed over him, positioning herself above his hardness. Her hands pressed against his chest, her breath shaky. But instead of taking him inside, she rubbed herself against him.

A low growl rumbled from his throat when she tried to slide away. His hands immediately grabbed her hips, keeping her right there. His chest rose and fell heavily, his entire body tensed with restraint.

“Stay still,” he ordered, his voice rough. “No. Don’t stay still. Keep going. Rub harder.”

But then Christian's hands slid up her back, pulling her toward him. Her upper body collapsed onto his chest, her face pressed against his neck. Her breasts rubbed against his skin as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I want to be inside you,” he whispered in her ear. His breath was hot and ragged. “I’ll give you anything you want, Ivy. Everything I have. Let me do it just once.” His voice broke, desperate and raw. “I’m losing my fucking mind.”

Ivy’s heart pounded violently in her chest. But deep down, she knew, there was no way it would be ‘just once’ with him.

“Take me,” he gritted out, his fingers tightening on her hips as he urged her to take him in. “Ride me.”

She started to sit up, but Christian's patience finally snapped. He grabbed her waist and pulled her toward him until her breasts were pressed against his face. He inhaled her scent deeply, his tongue flicking out to find her nipples.

He gripped his thick length with one hand and positioned it at her entrance.

“Ivy…” he breathed. His dark eyes burned into hers as he pushed the head of his length against her.

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