Possesive Love Novels & Stories

I muttered and she smiled before turning around and kissing my lips. "I love you too Ethan" I will never get used to hearing her say that It gave me goosebumps and butterflies everything she said it. It felt like I was a highschooler with her but I didn't mind. All for her She became mine to posses the day she walked into that door with my parents She was my possession We have finally come to the end of this book 😁😁😁 It was very fun writing about these two characters.

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.

Do you believe the world I move in, the life I lead, operates on love? Each word is a nail driven into my chest. I feel a burning behind my eyes, a sharp pain spreading. I want to look away, but I'm paralyzed. — What I feel for you has nothing to do with that insignificant word. You are mine. My wife. My business. The only person I will never let go. The only one I would kill to keep. The only one for whom I would burn everything down. Love? He sneers again, contemptuous. No. What we have is stronger, more real. It's possession. Madness. It's blood and fire. It's a pact written in flesh, not in fleeting emotions.

Touching his bare skin gave me immense satisfaction, a mental and physical pleasure that I tend to have every time we make love. A satisfaction that this hunk of a handsome man was mine… my husband… and, after today, my lover as well. This feeling in itself was such a life-winning feeling. This feeling of having this man as my husband. This feeling of belonging to each other. The thought of anyone else even daring to look at him in a romantic or possessive manner ignited a fierce protectiveness within me. A sense of deep possessiveness settles in my heart, making me want to scream before the world that Viaan Adams was mine… just like I was his. No one else had the right to claim even a fract

It had me wondering what had happened to him in the past to make him like this. I couldn’t help it if his aloof qualities made him that much more appealing to me though. I smiled at his kind words. This must mean he approves of me. Good. “I really do care for him.” I said back. “I know, I can tell. You and him have a rather strange relationship.” He said, and then he paused for a moment. Then he kept going. “I am a very possessive person. When something is mine, it is fully mine. I’m not one to share.” He said. I fully understood this. I couldn’t imagine his eyes ever actually wandering.

Close enough that my forehead almost touches his. “It’s not about winning,” I whisper. “…then what…” “It’s about who you fight for.” Silence. Then— “…you fight for host…” “Yes.” “…host fights for you…” “Yes.” “…mutual dependency…” “No.” “…contradiction…” “It’s called love.” The word hangs in the air. Heavy. Powerful. Dangerous. And for the first time— the system doesn’t respond immediately. “…love…” it repeats slowly.

Instead, his fingers relaxed just slightly, enough for her to speak — but not enough to let her move. Allison took a shallow, trembling breath. Her throat ached from the pressure of his hand, but her pride still clawed for a way out. "Love is... possession," she replied shakily but steady enough to speak. "Love is doing whatever it takes to hold on to someone. Love is fighting for the person you cherish... no matter what you have to do." For a moment, Christian stood there, his expression unchanged, his cold gaze fixed on her face. Then, slowly, he released his grip.

“ I don’t know what happened but I’ll do the things you stated bro. Give me ten minutes. “ I took a deep sigh and said yes before I hanged up the phone. I stared at the wedding ring and get it. “ This is not what I planned for the both of us… “ I mumbled and hold it in my hand until it became a fist. Losing you is not part of this story, so whether you like it or not, I’m gonna get you and chain you in my bed. Until you realize that I’m the only man who can satisfy you and the only person who have the authority to own you. “ That’s what you want honey? Then you’ll never gonna get your freedom. “ A satisfied grin show up in my face yet, my heart is still struggling without her. Call me obsess

Jessica asked. "One day is enough," he replied. Jessica nodded in agreement. * * * The feeling of love is followed by a sense of wanting to have. But excessive possessiveness or forcing others to return your love, it is no longer a sense of love but an ambition. That's what happened to Cassandra. She was so excited to have Lexi, getting attention, and also getting love from the man.

I’m with her because she’s my fucking life. Now that I’ve spent the last two days giving her my cock, the sharpest parts of my jealousy are gone. She’s mine. She’s mine. I’ve made her say it a thousand times. And I know I’ll spend the rest of my life strangled by possessiveness for her, but right now, in this moment, that ugly emotion is at rest. There’s only the love and peace she blesses me with. The lust is there, too. Oh Christ, is it ever there.