Page 86 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

Christian growled against her, his tongue slipping deep into her tight, wet core, fucking her with the rough strokes of his mouth. Her breath hitched, her body tensing as the pleasure intensified.

Turning a bit in the same position, she wrapped her hand around his hard length, stroking him with firm, teasing movements. Christian’s hips bucked against her grip, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as her touch sent him spiraling.

"I’m going to cum," Ivy gasped, her voice trembling as her body edged toward release.

Christian growled, his grip tightening on her hips as he flicked his tongue faster over her sensitive bud.

Ivy’s body arched, heat twisting tight in her core. Her thighs shook as her release flooded over his mouth. Her body trembling violently, her juices dripping onto his hungry lips.

When she tried to move away, Christian’s hands tightened, keeping her still. His dark eyes burned as he pulled her back down, his mouth still hot on her.

"Enough!" Ivy cried, her voice breathless and shaking as she pulled away, sliding down from his mouth, her legs trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm.

"Ivy…!" Christian growled, his voice rough and dangerous. "Come back here."

"No!" Ivy’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her body trembled as she stood up from the ground, and stumbled back, putting distance between them.

Christian rose from the ground and followed her as she backed into the room. His eyes darkened, his steps measured and controlled. Her breath quickened as he closed the distance between them, his towering frame moving with quiet, dangerous intent.

His eyes flashed, the heat in his gaze making her core throb painfully. "Come. Back. Here!" he gritted through clenched teeth, his body taut with need.

Ivy’s gaze dropped to his throbbing cock, standing thick and proud, glistening under the dim yellow light. Her body betrayed her, clenching at the sight of him. Ivy kept backing up until her back pressed against the cold wall.

"Your play is over. Now get over here." Christian’s voice was low and dangerous, sending shivers down her spine.

"We had a deal," Ivy’s voice wavered, her breathing uneven as her back flattened against the wall. "I told you—no sex for a week if you moved."

Christian’s eyes darkened, his gaze dropping low as he stalked toward her, predatory and heated. "You are my wife, Ivy," he said, his voice deep and thick with lust. His gaze dragged over her bare skin, devouring every trembling inch of her. "And I have a lot of ways to convince you to have sex with me over the entire week. Over and over again.” His head tilted to the side, a gleam in his gaze as he rasped, “And I can’t fucking wait to start."

Chapter 30 You Swore You Wouldn’t

Ivy shuddered at the implication in his voice. He already teased her so much when they had sex.

Now him convincing her to give in to him to have sex… by the look in his eyes, it wasn’t exactly a punishment as she had assumed. It was a gift.

Her chest tightened. Christian's body radiated heat as he closed the gap between them. His shaft was standing hard and heavy between them.

Her back hit the cold wall, a gasp escaping her throat. Christian smirked darkly, his eyes flashing with dangerous heat. His hand slid up her side, his thumb brushing the swell of her breast. "Come to me."

Ivy’s lips parted, a shaky breath escaping her throat. Her body trembled, torn between frustration and the growing ache in her core. Lust flickered beneath her guarded expression.

Christian’s smirk deepened. His hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her hips against his. His thick rod, hard and hot, pressed into her stomach

His head lowered, his lips brushing dangerously close to hers. "Don’t worry," he whispered. "I will convince you in a thousand ways. Seven days are going to be more than enough."

"You’re impossible!" Ivy hissed, shooting sideways to slip past him.

His hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist. He pulled her back hard, making her stumble into his chest. His hand slid to her waist, his fingers digging into the soft curve of her hip.

"Don’t try to run away from me." Christian’s voice was sharp, deadly. His cock rubbed against her slick entrance, teasing her clit with slow, lazy strokes. His hand closed over her breast, squeezing the soft flesh before flicking his thumb over her sensitive nipple.

Her breath hitched, her chest pressing into his hand. Her back arched as pleasure shot through her.

Christian’s gaze sharpened. His other hand slid down to her thigh, lifting it higher around his waist. He aligned himself with her entrance, the thick head of his rod nudging against her opening.

"Oh God!" Ivy screamed as he thrust into her with one sharp stroke, stretching her open, his hips moving hard and deep.

Her tight walls stretched around him as he sank to the hilt. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her head falling back against the wall.

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