Page 96 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

His fingers trailed up to her throat, wrapping around it with just enough pressure to make her breath hitch. His lips brushed her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine.

“I have my dinner in my arms already,” he murmured darkly.

Before she could react, his other hand slipped between her legs. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, dragging them aside before thrusting his middle finger inside her. Thesudden invasion made her body jolt, a broken moan spilling from her lips as he stretched her open.

Her thighs clamped together, hips arching into his touch, but he held her down with an iron grip.

“So wet for me,” he growled, his lips grazing her jaw as he pushed his finger deeper, curling it inside her.

She whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders, her body trembling beneath his relentless touch. His thumb rubbed slow, firm circles over her clit, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her body.

“Christian—” her voice broke as he pressed his palm against her, the heel of his hand grinding into her sensitive bud.

“My sweet Ivy,” he rasped, sucking a deep mark onto her throat, staking his claim. His finger plunged deeper, coaxing her to the edge with slow, agonizing strokes.

Her legs shook, her nails raking down his back as she writhed beneath him. But Christian wasn’t finished. His grip on her throat tightened slightly, tilting her head so she could see the raw, burning hunger in his eyes.

“You don’t get to run from me,” he murmured. “Not when you feel this good wrapped around my fingers.”

She swallowed hard, her breath shaky, her body trembling like a dry leaf caught in a storm. His fingers thrust deeper, twisting, stretching, owning her.

"I need... I need to—"

"Not yet," he hissed, eyes dark with pure, unrestrained need.

His mouth crashed down on hers, rough and demanding, leaving her gasping for breath. His hand at her throat squeezed slightly—just enough to remind her that she was completely at his mercy.

“Stay still,” he murmured against her mouth, his tone dark and controlled.

His hand slipped lower, grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He parted her legs slightly, his palm pressing high on her thigh, his fingers stroked dangerously close to her heat without touching her directly where she craved.

“More,” she whimpered, her body writhing beneath him.

“Stop squirming,” he growled, his fingers tightening on her thigh. “You know you won’t be able to get free.”

Ivy’s breath hitched as Christian pinned her hands above her head. His mouth slid down to her throat, biting and sucking until her skin tingled. His hand slipped lower, brushing dangerously close to her core—but still not touching where she needed it most.

“Ahhh…” she moaned, arching into his touch.

Suddenly, Christian pulled back, leaving her breathless. She barely had time to react before he grabbed her wrist, yanking her up and turning her around. A gasp escaped her lips as he bent her over the glass coffee table.

Her bare breasts pressed against the cold surface, her knees sliding apart on the floor as he pushed her hips up. Her ass was exposed to him, utterly vulnerable.

“Oh…” she breathed.

His large hand slid down her back, pressing her firmly against the table.

Her lips parted to ask what he was doing—but then she feltsomething cool and wet against her skin.

Her body tensed.

“W-what are you doing?” Ivy gasped, trying to turn her head.

Christian’s lips curled into a dark smile. “Something new.”

Her breath hitched as she felt a smooth, vibrating object pressed between her thighs. The moment it touched her slick folds, it began to hum softly.

“Oh God!” Ivy’s eyes flew open.

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