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It was the first time that he would be touching my skin that wasn't my hand. "Why are you showing so much skin?" He whispered into my ear. I wanted to moan. Oh Lord help me, I was literally holding myself back not to moan. His voice elicit some type of desire within me. And the possessiveness in his voice didn't go unnoticed. Was he mad? "You don't like it? I can change it if you don't like it." I said quickly. Too quickly. His hand trailed every inches of my bare back,his breathes hitting my ear while I was dying not to moan and embarrass myself.

He was still holding me from my waist to keep me steady. He licked my cock slowly through long strides. "Tell me who you belong to? Who owns you?" I didn't say anything and he continued to tease me. I couldn't take it anymore. "Allen, please. Who owns you?" I looked at him and saw the vulnerability in his eyes. "You. Sebestian. You own me." He nearly sobbed and took me back into his mouth. Bobbing his head on me, fuck I was losing it. I couldn't let him stop. I needed to spill.

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“You can have me whenever you want.” “In your sleep?”I reach my arm up, wrapping it around his neck to bring myself closer to him somehow. I nod, “You can drug me too. Use me for anything. Everything. I want whatever you want.” "Fuck, you're going to be the death of me, woman." He starts to pound into me faster, “You’re mine, Nova. You’re mine. You’re fucking mine. No one will take you from me. I own you. You belong to me. I won’t stop until you’re pregnant. Until you are trapped with me. Until you have no choice. You’re. Fucking. Mine!” my pussy clenches around his cock with every word he utters. I don't know if it's possible to get even more turned on than I already am, but his possessive

Instead, Kael surged forward and grabbed the Ink-Man’s hand. ​The contact was a psychic explosion. Kael’s mind was instantly flooded with the "Meta-Data" of his entire existence. He saw the "GoodNovel" rankings, the thousands of readers watching his every move, and the vast, unwritten void of the next 282 chapters. He felt the cold, clinical pressure of the "Plot," trying to force him to play the role of the tragic martyr.

Not to him. To myself. To whatever is inside me. “Maria.” I freeze. Completely. “How do you know my name?” I whisper. He exhales slowly. Like he didn’t want to say it. Like it changes something. “Because you’re not the first.” My chest tightens. “What… does that mean?” He hesitates. Just for a second. Then— “They’re turning you into a controlled asset.” The words hit hard. Too hard. Because I already knew. I just didn’t want to hear it.

He drove into me once, twice more, and then he was coming too, his release hot and endless as he collapsed onto me, his full weight pressing the key into my flesh. We lay there, a tangled, sweaty mess, his breath hot on my neck. The key was a cold, hard secret between my body and the sheets. His possessiveness had claimed my body, again. But as my heart slowed, the curiosity, now armed with a physical object, began to whisper once more.

Arka brushed Bima’s damp hair back from his forehead and pressed his lips firmly against Bima’s still-burning skin. The kiss lingered for a long, agonizing moment. Arka closed his eyes, greedily inhaling the scent of Bima’s body mixed with the sharp smell of medicine and sweat. It wasn’t a kiss born of lust, but a solemn vow. A seal of absolute ownership stronger than any physical mark he had ever branded into Bima’s skin. "You belong to me, Bima. Even this fever doesn’t have the right to hurt you without my permission," Arka whispered directly against his skin, his voice cracking with a terrifyingly dark possessiveness.

I begged, choked with a mixture of fear and something else… something disturbingly close to desire. "No," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You are mine, Snow. I won't let you out of my sight. You belong to me. You are mine, and mine alone!" His words burned into my skin as he whispered, his breath hot against my ear, filled with anger and a chilling possessiveness. "Ah! Shit!" I cursed, my nails digging into his arm. He was torturing me, violating me, and yet… here I was, arching into his touch, my moans betraying me, laced with a shameful pleasure.

—I whispered cursed losing it Losing all the left over control which destroyed by just her taking my name with her petal lips. Which feels more like a moan driving me I smashed my lips into hers getting it all the way i wants I wanted this from so long, Her to be under me Pulling her more closer deeply kissing her, holding her neck I can't never can get enough of her. She is my addiction My Possession My Obsession She is mine only mine.! Brushing my fingers on her back finding her zip Holding the knob of her zip i was about to rip it off—- "Please don't ruin me!!"these words left her mouth and my heart skipped a beat