Page 99 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

Her orgasm crashed over her like wildfire, her body convulsing,her walls fluttering around him, gripping him tight, dragging him deeper. Stars exploded behind her eyelids, a scream ripping from her throat as pleasure consumed her whole.

Christian groaned, his movements turning rougher, more erratic.

“Fuck, Ivy,” he growled, slamming into her one last time before he buried himself to the hilt, spilling deep inside her with a strangled moan.

For a moment, all that filled the air were their heavy, uneven breaths.

Christian’s body was still locked against hers, his chest heaving, his lips brushing the damp skin of her shoulder. He pressed a slow, lingering kiss there, his arms tightening around her as if he had no intention of letting go.

Then he pulled back just enough to look at her, his dark eyes still burning with hunger.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured against her lips, his voice wicked and full of promise. “Not even close.”

Ivy barely had a moment to catch her breath before Christian moved again.

Before she could protest, he hooked an arm under her knees, lifting her from the table with effortless strength. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her arms curling around his shoulders as he carried her toward the bed.

Her body still trembled from the intensity of her orgasm, every nerve still tingling, but Christian wasn’t satisfied. The dark,insatiable hunger in his gaze told her he wouldn’t be done until she was completely wrecked.

He dropped her onto the plush mattress, and the second her back hit the sheets, he was on top of her, his body pressing her into the mattress. His mouth was on hers, devouring, consuming, making her head spin.

“You didn’t think I’d be finished with you so soon, did you?” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire.

Her body ached—sensitive, overstimulated—but the way he looked at her, like he was starving, made another wave of heat curl low in her belly.

She gasped as his hands slid down her body, his fingers digging into her thighs as he spread her wide beneath him once more.

“You’re still so fucking wet,” he muttered, dragging his cock through her slick folds, teasing her entrance but not pushing inside just yet.

Ivy whimpered, her hips lifting instinctively, trying to take him in. But Christian only smirked, pinning her down with his body.

“Patience,” he murmured darkly. “I want to feel you fall apart for me again.”

His hand slipped between them, his fingers stroking her swollen, oversensitive clit. The touch sent a sharp, electric jolt through her, making her back arch off the bed.

“Too much,” she gasped, her body twitching under his relentless teasing.

Christian chuckled, but there was no mercy in his eyes. “You can take it.”

His fingers moved in slow, torturous circles, keeping her righton the edge, letting pleasure coil so tightly it was almost unbearable.

“Christian…” She gritted his name through clenched teeth, her entire body trembling.

“Beg,” he demanded, his lips brushing against her jaw.

Ivy whimpered, her pride warring with her desperation. But when his fingers pressed harder, rubbing her in just the right way, she shattered.

“Please,” she gasped, nails sinking into his back. “I need you—now.”

A satisfied growl rumbled in his chest.

“Good girl.”

In one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her open all over again.

A strangled moan ripped from her throat as the pleasure-pain of it sent another shockwave through her. Her walls fluttered around him, still sensitive, making him groan.

“Fuck, you feel even tighter.”

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