Page 89 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

For a moment, he lay still, blinking into the darkness. His gaze cut toward the bathroom door, his fingers flexing against the blanket. A flicker of unease tightened his jaw. Was she restless? Troubled? The thought gnawed at him, but he forced himself to stay put, staring at the closed door in silence.

Then, a soft glow flickered across the room. Ivy’s phone screen lit up, casting shadows over his sharp features. His eyes snapped toward it, his brows knitting together as a message appeared.

Christian hesitated, his fingers hovering for a brief second before he picked up the phone. His gaze darkened as he read the text.

Celia: ‘I still can’t believe you’re in love with Christian again.’

Chapter 31 Sleep, Ivy

His breath stilled. His grip on the phone tightened. His pulse hammered against his ribs. ‘Ivy loves me again?’

His throat worked, the words settling deep inside him, heavy, almost unbearable. His breathing turned rough, his chest rising and falling with an unfamiliar weight—something raw, something he hadn’t dared to hope for. Before he could process those words, the bathroom door clicked open.

In a swift move, Christian set the phone down in its place and shut his eyes, feigning sleep. Ivy stepped out, her presence immediately pulling him in. His ears picked up the rustle of fabric, the quiet sound of his shirt slipping off her shoulders as she moved toward the bed.

Before she could settle in, his arm shot out.

In one fluid motion, he pulled her against him, his grip firm, unyielding. His lips found her face, then her neck, pressing slow, burning kisses into her warm skin. His mouth lingered at the base of her throat, his tongue flicking against her pulse before trailing up to her jaw.

Ivy barely had time to react before his hold on her tightened, his palm sliding up her back, claiming her, possessing her. Hisfingers tangled into her hair as he buried his face against her, breathing her in like he’d been starving for this moment.

“Ivy…” His voice was low, strained. His lips brushed against her ear, his breath hot. "I need you."

Her hands slid up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt as his mouth captured hers in a desperate kiss. His tongue teased hers, coaxing her to open up for him as his hands gripped her waist and pulled her flush against him. Ivy gasped into his mouth as his fingers around her waist, brushing against the bare skin of her lower back.

Christian’s lips moved hungrily over hers—biting, tasting, exploring. His hand slid down to her thigh, lifting it around his waist as he pushed her back against the wall. Ivy’s breath hitched as his mouth trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin before soothing the spot with his tongue.

His hands were everywhere—sliding up her bare back, cupping her breasts, his thumb circling the sensitive peak until she was trembling beneath his touch. Ivy’s head fell back against the bed as Christian’s mouth moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down her chest, his tongue flicking across her skin, drawing out a shaky moan.

Her nails raked down his chest as he hovered above her. His eyes darkened, his gaze hot and possessive as he leaned down, his lips brushing hers.

"I’m not letting you go tonight," he whispered.

And then his mouth was on hers again, and Ivy melted beneath him, her body arching into his as his hands roamed her skin. Kisses were showered in hurried desperation, gasps and moans filling the room as Christian’s hands and mouth left no part of her untouched.

Hours later, tangled beneath the sheets, Ivy lay curled against him, her cheek resting on his chest. Christian’s arm tightened around her, his fingers stroking lazily down her back as his breathing slowed. She smiled sleepily, feeling the ache in her limbs and the lingering heat on her skin.

Christian’s lips brushed her forehead as he whispered, “Sleep, Ivy.”

And as sleep pulled her under, she knew she was exactly where she was meant to be.

***

"Come here," Christian said as Ivy stepped out of the room.

She wore a beautiful green dress that fit her perfectly, looking both elegant and a bit daring. The backless design made it even more captivating.

Christian stood waiting in a black tuxedo—ravishing and effortlessly handsome. His hair was sleeked back, freshly cut, and his clean-shaven jaw highlighted the sharp perfection of his features. His eyes burned with intensity as he took her in.

Ivy stepped toward him, and the moment she was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her, leaning in to whisper against her ear.

"My sweet Ivy, how do you expect me to let you walk out of this room when you look this ravishing?"

A smile played on Ivy’s lips. Tilting her head up, she rose on her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips—a brief peck.

Christian chased after her to deepen the kiss, but she cupped his face in her hands, stopping him. "No," she murmured. "Makeup took way too long."

He frowned, his lips twisting in dissatisfaction. But he didn’t argue. After a moment, she felt something cool slip onto her wrist.

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