روايات وقصص ضمن Novels With Insta Love Possessive

“There would be functions where we would be in attendance to and you would play the part of a doting wife and I , a caring husband. We would both remain faithful to each other during the period of our contract and there would be no talks of children. I am a very busy person so you would most likely have the house to all to yourself as I would be scarce there. I assure you this agreement would be over before you know it “. His voice was tight and void of any emotions. “ Do you understand or do I have to go over everything again… Oh and before I forget , you and your father have been warned. I do not enjoy being fooled and would only let this slide once… Am I clear? “ His expression was harden

I pouted "You're so cute" He gave me his padlock and I read his writing. I smiled Olivia is Joey's I know you're my first and my last Forever I will love you Our love will never end Saranghaeyo~ I chuckled to look his writing, "Come on" he took my hand and we walked to see an empty space to put this. Suddenly I found one, I pulled Joey's arms and ran to it. He laughed. "Here" I pointed a small gap between thousands of padlock. I attached it and he did too.

The front door clicked shut behind him, cutting off the rest of the world and leaving only the sound of our ragged breathing in the quiet hallway. His mouth moved against mine with a fierce, possessive hunger that completely overwhelmed my senses. The kiss wasn't gentle; it was the release of weeks of hidden glances and forced distance. His lips pressed hard against mine, parting them easily to deepen the kiss. Our tongues tangled in a breathless, frantic rhythm, tasting each other deeply as the heat between us spiked instantly. Every stroke of his tongue sent a jolt of pure electricity straight down my spine, making my knees go weak against him. Suddenly, Ezekiel broke the contact, though h

"I'm sorry." It’s an invitation. I let myself lean into him, closing the small distance. My lips meet his, and it starts slow, a tentative exploration. But the spark is instantaneous, a familiar fire catching dry tinder. My hand finds the back of his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. He tastes like mint and something uniquely him, something dark and addictive.

"I only care about this." He slammed his mouth against mine in a slow, deep, and fiercely possessive kiss that tasted of sweet fruit and absolute ownership. It was a kiss that left absolutely no room for doubt—no room for rival empires, no room for old ghosts, and no room for the world outside our walls. The syndicates were dead, the assets were frozen, and as the morning sun flooded the kitchen, I knew our empire was completely untouchable.

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.

His mouth found my neck, sucking marks that I'd have to hide, branding me. "You're so tight, Delilah. Made for this—for me," he panted, hips rolling to grind his pubic bone against my clit. "Yes, all for you," I lied sweetly, another orgasm building as his cock dragged over every sensitive inch. When I came again, it pulled him under, his thrusts erratic, cum erupting inside me once more, hot and claiming. Afterwards, we collapsed in a heap on the garage floor, his head on my chest, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. "I love you," he whispered, the words heavy with possession.

He asked me why I would think of such a thing. “I guess I thought no one would bother to look for me. I thought you’d find it troublesome and continue with your journey…,”, I tried to explain, but he cut me off by grabbing my chin and raising my head to look at him. His fingers grazed my cheek as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face. The small action gave me goosebumps. I didn’t know whether I wasn’t seeing clearly or imagining it, but his gaze moved to my eyes, which glistened with tears and fell to my lips. I gulped because of his intense gaze. He pulled me closer to him, and I was about to ask him what he was doing when his lips came down onto mine. I stood frozen on the spot, no

This wan does…but she's fucking shy that she can't even look into my eye or maintain eye contact with me I know it's crazy how much I want to punish and love her at the same time, but I can't help it I love her so fucking much that it's driving me crazy and tonight, I'm getting what I want I quickly pulled out my phone and texted Nick a quick message, before sliding my phone into my pant pocket and waiting for him to see the message Seconds later, he saw the message and turned in my direction, winking at me, "Fucking cunt" I whispered happily watching my best friend get all smooch with his woman, "I'm not about to be oppressed" I whispered to myself and sneaked toward Nelly, I drag her from

When we reach the parking lot, I open the door and she shoots me a glare before lifting her gown and stepping in, her aura still brimming with anger. _ _ _ ~ ANASTATIA ~ A baby machine. The thought still clouds my senses. Nothing but a baby machine. Oh, joy! The purpose of marriage is clearly just about reproduction, because who needs love, respect, or mutual understanding? - everything Damien lacks - And, of course, I'm absolutely thrilled to be married to Damien, the love of my life. I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation?