Page 68 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

He leaned down, his lips brushing hers. "Anything I ask?"

A nervous shiver ran through her. His mischievous eyes held a silent promise—a warning.

Her hesitation cost her. The vibrator twisted inside her again as his fingers pinched her clit.

"Ahhh! Christian!" Her body convulsed as another orgasm shattered through her.

"Yes!! I swear..." she sobbed, clinging to his shoulders, her hips lifting in desperation. "Just fuck me now!"

His grin was pure joy. Slowly, he removed the vibrator from her dripping core, leaving her empty and aching.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he positioned himself above her, the thick head of his member pressing between her trembling thighs.

With agonizing slowness, he pushed inside, stretching her inch by inch. He watched her with dark satisfaction as her breath hitched. She arched beneath him, desperate for more, but he held still. Only when her back lowered to the bed did he move again—pulling out just to push in, just as painfully slow, teasing her, driving her insane.

Her muffled moans filled his ears, her body clinging to his as he took her raw and unhurried. His thick length stretched her,making her tremble beneath him.

Her nails clawed at his back, her body shivering against his. “Christian, please…”

Leaning in, he whispered against her ear, his breath hot, "I’ll tell you what I want later."

A sharp nip to her earlobe made her gasp. He felt her walls clench tighter around him.

She barely heard him, too lost in the way he felt inside her. "Yes," she answered breathlessly. "Anything..."

His pace remained torturous, teasing her just on the edge. "Are you sure?" His voice was a low, taunting whisper.

“Yes!” she gasped, desperation clawing at her.

Finally, Christian gave in. His hips snapped forward, thrusting deep, hard. Ivy’s cry of pleasure filled the room as he set a brutal, relentless pace.

"Ahhhh!" her cries echoed in the room as he took her harder than ever before. “Oh god…!”

The scent of her overwhelmed his senses, pushing him to the brink. His control frayed, his need consuming him. He pounded into her, harder, faster, groaning at how tight she felt, how perfectly she gripped him.

Even when her nails raked down his back, leaving streaks of red, he only quickened his pace.

“You feel softer every time I fuck you,” he growled, voice raw. “Feels like you’re milking my cock.”

His teeth sank into the delicate skin of her neck, biting down just enough to make her gasp, his tongue following to soothe thesting. Ivy shattered, her body convulsing as pleasure took over, her release gushing around him.

Her climax drenched him, the slick heat driving him to the edge. A few more deep, punishing thrusts later, he groaned, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside her, thick and hot, filling her completely.

His breathing was ragged as he collapsed against her, pressing a lingering kiss to her shoulder, his lips dragging along her damp skin. His hands, still possessive, smoothed over her curves as if memorizing every inch of her.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, their bodies still tangled, the heat between them still sizzling.

Then, with a satisfied hum, Christian lifted his head, brushing damp strands of hair from her face. His dark gaze roamed over her, pride flashing in his eyes at the marks he’d left—the faint imprints of his fingers on her thighs, the red love bites on her neck, the way her lips were swollen from his kisses.

His smirk was slow, wicked. “You look ruined,” he murmured, pressing his thumb against the fresh bruises blooming along her collarbone. “Just the way I like you.”

Ivy barely had the strength to swat at his chest, her lashes heavy, her body thrumming with exhaustion.

Christian chuckled, rolling onto his side and pulling her against him. His hands were slow now, caressing, lingering, his mouth pressing lazy kisses along her shoulder and up her throat. His touch was softer, but no less possessive.

Still buried deep inside her, he tilted her chin up, capturing her lips in a kiss that was slower this time, deep and consuming, drawing out the last of her resistance.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, tracing his tongue along her lower lip. “Every inch of you.”

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