Page 46 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

Christian hummed with satisfaction as he tasted her release on his tongue, the flavor making his hunger for her deepen. He shifted his mouth to her sensitive bud, biting down gently before swirling his tongue over it in slow circles.

Ivy’s back arched off the bed as a sharp sob escaped her lips. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.

“Oh God!”

His hands gripped her thighs, his mouth relentless. He groaned deeply as he licked her, savoring every shudder, every moan.

Ivy whimpered as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, her body trembling uncontrollably beneath him. And then another. He was relentless, driving her to release over and over until her body sagged limply against the sheets.

For a long time, Christian stayed between her thighs, eating her out mercilessly. Ivy’s hands clutched the pillow beneath herhead as she tried to muffle her screams, but the dirty sounds kept escaping her lips.

The more she tried to stifle her moans, the harder Christian licked her. He was intent on tasting every drop of her.

After a very long while, Christian finally lifted his head to look at her face. His face was flushed, his dark hair falling over his forehead, and his dark eyes gleamed with wild hunger.

His thick arousal stood between his legs, hard and aching. He was painfully close to the edge.

Their eyes met—his gaze dark and predatory. Keeping his eyes on hers, Christian kissed the inside of her thigh, his lips soft and warm against her skin before sliding back down toward her core.

“No… not again…” Ivy’s voice was weak as she scrambled back, sitting up and pulling her legs together. Her hands slid between her thighs, trying to cover herself from his hungry gaze.

She gripped his shoulders and pushed him back until he was lying flat on the bed. Christian’s eyes narrowed, and he started to sit up, but Ivy pressed a hand to his chest and begged softly,

“Please.”

Christian, even though he was burning with hunger for her, forced himself to comply with her wishes. His jaw clenched as he dropped his head back against the pillow.

Chapter 16 Agony

Ivy slid down to sit on his thighs, her delicate hand brushing over his arousal. His rod was hard and throbbing, veins pulsing along the length. The sheer size of him was intimidating, and it was clear that he was in agony.

His body tensed beneath her touch. Her soft hand slid up to wrap around his length. Her fingers barely met around his girth. Slowly and carefully, she started to stroke him.

Christian’s jaw tightened, and his back arched slightly. It was hard for him to stay still when the woman he had loved for years was touching him like this.

“I’ll make you feel good,” Ivy whispered, hoping he’d listen. “Please, let me try.”

Christian’s hands gripped the headboard tightly, his muscles straining. He was trying to control himself, but the sight of her small hand wrapped around him was making it impossible.

Ivy’s fingers stroked his length slowly, carefully. He was thick, hard, and burning beneath her touch. Her soft hand struggled to grip him completely, but she tried, her fingers sliding over the smooth surface.

Christian’s jaw clenched. His head fell back, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.

She bent her head down and gave a slow, tentative lick to the tip of his girth.

“Fuck… Ivy,” Christian growled, his hips jerking involuntarily off the bed.

Encouraged, Ivy took him into her mouth, sucking slowly. He was thick and heavy on her tongue, and her small mouth struggled to take him completely. Still, she tried—her head bobbing slowly as she sucked him deeper.

Christian’s hands fisted the sheets, his breath ragged as he watched her. Her soft lips slid over him, her cheeks hollowing as she took him in deeper.

Even as her jaw started to ache, Ivy kept going. But Christian’s body remained tense beneath her, his release not coming easily.

She pulled away, panting slightly, and looked up at him. His gaze was still fixed on her—dark and burning with hunger. Even though he had tasted her over and over, he still looked like he hadn’t had enough.

She climbed over his body, her bare skin brushing against his heated chest. Her lips pressed against his ear as her hand slid down to grip him again.

“I want you to let go,” she whispered.

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