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“Fuck, that’s it,” Christian murmured, his tone darkly satisfied as he felt her walls flutter around his fingers. “This is the spot that makes you cry, isn’t it?”
Before she could come down from the high, he withdrew his fingers and flipped her onto her back again. Her dazed eyes met his, her breath still coming in ragged gasps.
She thought he would give her a moment to recover.
He didn’t.
Christian grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, his body pressing her into the mattress. His weight, his heat, his dominance—it was too much and not enough all at once.
“Christian—”
Her voice broke when his mouth descended on her breast, his teeth scraping over her hardened nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth.
A sharp cry tore from her throat as his tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, licking, teasing, before he bit down just enough to make her back arch.
His free hand cupped her other breast, kneading roughly, his thumb rolling over the hardened bud.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned against her skin, dragging his teeth lower, nipping at the underside of her breast before sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
Ivy writhed beneath him, her body overwhelmed, every nerve on fire.
And then she felt him again—his thick girth dragging against her slick folds, hard, ready.
Her eyes widened.
He smirked against her breast, his dark eyes locking onto hers.
Before she could breathe, he thrust inside her again.
A strangled scream left her lips as he filled her to the hilt, stretching her all over again. He didn’t go slow this time.
There was no buildup, no teasing.
Just raw, punishing hunger.
He slammed into her, his pace rough, unrelenting, each thrust sending her body surging up the bed. Her nails clawed at his back, leaving red welts, but he didn’t stop.
“Christian—”
“Say my name,” he demanded, his voice ragged, his teeth grazing the delicate skin of her throat.
“Christian,” she gasped, her body breaking apart under him.
“Louder.”
He drove into her harder, hitting deep, forcing a scream from her lips.
“Christian!”
His mouth claimed hers again, swallowing her cries as he fucked her mercilessly, his rod dragging against every sensitive spot inside her.
Her body tightened, already on the brink again. The relentless pace, the heat, the force—it was too much.
“Cum for me,” he ordered, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing rough circles that made her body seize. “Now.”
Her orgasm ripped through her, violent and shattering. Her vision blurred, her body arching as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her walls pulsing around him.
Christian groaned, feeling her tighten, gripping him so fiercely he nearly lost control.