Page 87 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

"Call my name," Christian growled, grabbing the back of her hair and yanking her head back, exposing the curve of her throat. His teeth scraped against her skin.

"Christian!!" Ivy’s scream shattered the silence of the room.

Christian’s hand slid down her back, his fingers digging into the curve of her ass as his hips began to move. His shaft stretched her wide, hitting deep with every rough, punishing stroke.

Christian’s lips brushed against her ear, his breath ragged. "You’re squeezing me so fucking tight, Ivy."

"Yes… yes… fuck!" Ivy moaned, her nails raking down his back. Her head fell forward, her mouth brushing against his shoulder.

"Oh God… Oh Christian…!" Ivy’s legs began to shake, her thighs clenching around his waist. The sharp friction of his thickness dragging against her walls sent her spiraling toward the edge.

Christian’s hand slid between them, his thumb finding her swollen clit. He rubbed in quick, precise circles as his thrusts became harder, faster.

"You can cum now," Christian’s voice was a dangerous growl, his lips kissing her neck. “Cum now, Ivy. Let me feel you.”

Her body locked up, pleasure crashing through her in violent waves. Her walls clamped down around his hardened girth, milking him as her orgasm tore through her.

"Fuck!" Christian groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed her over the edge. His rod throbbed deep inside her, hot pulses of cum filling her as he groaned low and rough against her ear.

Ivy’s body sagged against him, trembling from the aftershocks. Her breath came in shaky gasps as Christian’s girth remained buried inside her, still hard, still claiming her.

Christian’s hand slid down her back, his fingers gripping her ass firmly as he lifted her away from the wall, carrying her to the bed. His eyes darkened with need as he lowered her onto the soft sheets, his body hovering over hers.

He entered her with slow, gentle strokes, his mouth trailing over her neck, down to her collarbone, and lower still. His lips found her breast, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin until she gasped, her back arching into him. His mouth explored every inch of her exposed skin—her face, her ear, the hollow of her throat—each touch leaving her breathless.

Then his movements shifted, becoming rougher, deeper. His hips snapped into her with relentless force, his hands pinning her wrists above her head. His teeth grazed her skin, biting down just enough to make her whimper, only to soothe the sting with a warm flick of his tongue. The sharp edge of pleasure and pain made her toes curl as her body tightened around him.

"Christian..." she breathed, her voice breaking as he drove into her harder. Her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him deeper, her nails dragging down his back.

Christian didn’t stop. He took her over and over, each thrust more demanding than the last, until her body trembled uncontrollably beneath him. Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the waves of pleasure crashed through her.

By the time he finally stilled, her body lay boneless beneath him, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Christian’s mouth brushed against her temple, his breath heavy against her ear.

"You’re mine, Ivy," he whispered, his voice low and possessive. "Forever."

She barely had the strength to respond, her body spent, her limbs trembling.

His lips trailed down her sweat-slicked skin, slow and reverent, until he nestled between her legs once more. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her inner thigh before his tongue flicked out, dragging over her swollen clit in a lazy, unhurried motion.

Ivy whimpered weakly, her body giving a faint twitch at the overstimulation. She was too spent, too sensitive, but Christian wasn’t licking her to push her over the edge again.

He was tasting her for himself.

Long, slow strokes of his tongue moved over her folds, his lips wrapping around her clit only to suck lazily before releasing it, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. He groaned softly against her, savoring her, the vibrations sending tiny aftershocks through her already-exhausted body.

Her fingers twitched in his hair, barely able to grasp him. "Christian…" she mumbled sleepily, her voice trailing off as fatigue weighed down on her.

He felt the moment she surrendered to sleep, her body going completely lax beneath his hold.

Yet he didn’t stop.

He licked her again, slower this time, his mouth pressing gentle kisses between every flick of his tongue. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, absently caressing her soft skin as if memorizing every inch of her.

A possessive heat burned in his chest as he listened to her deep, steady breaths. She was his—completely, utterly his.

With one last, lingering stroke of his tongue, Christian finally relented, resting his cheek against her thigh. His arms slid up, wrapping firmly around her waist, holding her against him as his own exhaustion settled in.

The sound of the ocean and the soft breeze filled the air, lulling them into a peaceful, intimate sleep. His grip tightened slightly, his lips still pressing against her skin as his breathing evened out.

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