Page 65 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

"Good girl," he muttered darkly. He groaned, his thrusts growing deeper and harder. "You feel so good," he muttered, his lips brushing against her ear. "I’m not letting you go easily this time."

Christian flipped her over onto her hands and knees, grabbing her hips and positioning her exactly how he wanted. His rod slid along her entrance before he thrust into her from behind with one hard stroke.

"Christian!" Ivy screamed, her hands gripping the sheets.

Christian growled, his hands spreading her ass cheeks to watch as he sank into her again and again. "You’re going to take all of me," he growled. "And you’re going to love every fucking second of it."

Her walls sucked him in instantly as he slid into her, stretching her painfully wide. Ivy cried out, her fingers clawing at his back. Christian started to move, his cock pushing deep into her soaked heat.

He bent his head down and wrapped his mouth around her breast, his teeth grazing her sensitive nipple as he sucked hard. Ivy screamed, her hands flying to his hair as his cock slammed into her over and over again.

"More," Christian growled darkly, lifting her higher so he could hit her even deeper.

"Ahhh—!" Ivy sobbed, her head falling back.

Her legs were trembling so badly that she nearly collapsed, but Christian held her up, one hand gripping her waist while the other reached around to slide between her folds. His hands slid down to her clit, rubbing it roughly as he fucked her harder and faster.

"Cum for me," he ordered, rubbing her in quick circles.

"C—Christian…"

"It’s alright." His fingers rubbed her faster, stroking her exactly where she needed it. "Cum for me, Ivy."

Ivy’s body tightened, her thighs trembling as another orgasm exploded through her. She screamed his name, her walls fluttering around his length as he drove into her harder, hismouth biting and sucking on her breasts until they were red and swollen.

He didn’t stop. Even after she came, he kept moving, his rod sliding in and out of her.

"Christian!" she whimpered.

His eyes flashed with dark possession. He pulled her into another rough kiss as his thrusts grew frantic, chasing his release.

"Yes, Ivy?" His hand came down on her ass with a sharp smack.

She gasped, her core tightening around him once more.

Christian’s thrusts became rougher, deeper, until his breath hitched. His girth pulsed inside her, and then he was filling her with his release, moaning her name as he buried himself to the hilt. Ivy whimpered, her body convulsing as his shaft filled her to the brim, making her release again.

Christian finally collapsed beside her, his arm wrapping tightly around her waist. Ivy’s breath was ragged, her body completely spent.

Christian pressed his lips to her shoulder, his breath ragged.

"One more time," he rasped.

His tongue flicked across his lips as he admired the sight before him—his wife, spent and limp on the bed, her thighs still caught in the aftershocks of relentless pleasure.

"Ivy," his deep voice murmured near her ear, husky with desire. "I have a surprise for you."

Her dazed eyes fluttered open, unfocused, as she tried to process his words. Through the haze of exhaustion, she watched himopen the bedside drawer, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and a ball gag.

"Give me your hands," he commanded, his tone both firm and enticing.

Even in her exhaustion, the idea of being bound, utterly at his mercy, sent a fresh jolt of desire through her body. Swallowing hard, she turned, offering her wrists to him without hesitation.

A dark smirk played on his lips as he took them, pressing lingering kisses along the delicate skin of her wrists before locking the cold metal cuffs around them. Her body collapsed onto the cold bed, her cheek resting against the sheets while her hips remained arched, her ass high in the air—an irresistible sight he intended to savor.

He reached for the ball gag next, his fingers gripping her jaw as he pried her mouth open, slipping the soft, round ball between her lips and fastening the strap securely at the back of her head.

"I love seeing your face when you come," he murmured, his heated gaze drinking her in as he tightened the straps. His hunger was unmistakable. "Let me use toys on you. I want to watch you fall apart, over and over again."

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