Page 85 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

"How can you tease me so much but get frustrated when I do it to you?" Ivy hissed, her own pleasure building as she felt his thick shaft throb beneath her.

Christian’s jaw clenched. "Jesus fucking Christ, Ivy, stop playing and—"

"I’m not playing," Ivy whispered, sliding him out just enough to leave his tip inside her, making his whole body tense. "If you dare to move, I’ll leave you hanging all night."

Christian growled, his body coiled so tight he thought he might explode, but he held still. He had no choice. She had him exactly where she wanted.

He had already been so tormented, stopping his own release just because he wanted to cum later inside her. It was the only way he wanted to cum. He had been on the edge, but now she wanted more from him.

Ivy seized his wrists, dragging them up until they were pinned above his head. Her eyes darkened as she leaned in close.

"Keep them there," she whispered.

Christian obeyed, his breath hitching as her hands slid slowly down his arms to his hands, leaving a trail of tingling heat in their wake.

Ivy lowered herself, her lips brushing against his neck before trailing down to his throat. Her tongue flicked out, dragging slowly over his skin until it reached his left ear. His jaw tightened, a low groan escaping his lips as her breath ghosted against his ear.

"Ivy!" Christian growled, his voice rough with frustration. He wasn’t used to this slow torture.

"Shhh," Ivy whispered, brushing a light kiss against his cheek.

She rolled her hips slowly over his thickness, grinding down as her tongue trailed down his throat. Her warm breath teased his skin, leaving a trail of tingling heat that made his fists clench and his hips buck up, desperate to thrust deeper.

"Don’t move," she whispered against his ear, biting his earlobe just hard enough to make him suck in a sharp breath. Slowly, she moved down his chest, her mouth leaving a trail of wet heat.

When her teeth sank into his nipple, Christian’s body jerked off the cold ground. "Fucking hell!" he growled, his head falling back as tension coiled inside him.

Her tongue flicked over the sensitive bud.

"Move your fucking hips, Ivy!" Christian’s voice was raw with need, his eyes squeezing shut as her tight heat clenched around him, holding him in a ruthless grip.

She placed her hand on his face, caressing his cheek, leaning forward until her soft, heavy breasts brushed against his face, the tips of her nipples grazing his lips.

Christian's mouth parted instinctively, taking the hardened tip between his lips and sucking deeply. A sharp gasp escaped Ivy’s throat as his mouth latched on, his tongue swirling over the sensitive peak.

“Christian!” Ivy groaned, squirming, but made no move to pull away. His mouth moved with a mix of hunger and precision, alternating between sucking and gently biting.

“Oh… my…” she moaned as his tongue flicked over the tip, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before he sucked it back into his mouth.

A low growl vibrated from Christian’s chest as his arousal pulsed beneath her. His hands slid down her back, gripping her waist firmly. His dark eyes gleamed with hunger as his mouth continued to work her breast, leaving her trembling.

“Christian,” Ivy whispered breathlessly, her hand tangling in his hair as she pressed herself closer. His teeth tugged at her nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her body.

His teeth suddenly bit down viciously. Ivy jerked back with a gasp, but Christian’s grip on her nipple tightened as she pulled away, making her shudder as a sharp sting shot from her nipple straight to her core.

"Ah!" Ivy moaned, a mix of pleasure and pain tightening her body as she freed her nipple from his mouth. "Don’t bite." she hissed, rubbing the sensitive tip with her finger, trying to soothe the lingering ache.

Christian’s eyes darkened as he licked his lips slowly, his gaze fixed on her breasts, which lingered temptingly in front of him. His jaw tightened as his eyes flashed with hunger.

"Don’t even think about it," Ivy warned, her breath still shaky. She saw the look in his eyes—the dangerous mix of lust and control slipping away, the clear intentions of pouncing on her breasts with his mouth once again.

"Please, Ivy," Christian’s voice dropped low, raw with need. "Just once more."

“No.” Ivy answered as she climbed over him. She slid up onto her knees, her thighs straddling his face.

Christian’s breaths became harsh. His eyes sharpened with raw lust as he grabbed her hips, holding her in place. The moment her dripping center hovered over his mouth, his lips latched ontoher clit. His tongue flicked the swollen nub instantly, making Ivy cry out as her hands slammed against his chest, her body writhing above him.

"Oh… God…" Ivy’s moans filled the air, her nails digging into his chest as his tongue worked her mercilessly.

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