Novel & Cerita Possesive Sex

“‘The respondent… retains full ownership of Voss Tower… all corporate holdings… the yacht… and… all primary investment portfolios…’” Her words faltered as Damian suddenly thrust harder, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her moan loudly. He pulled her down tighter against him, burying himself to the hilt. “Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough with lust and something darker... possession. Jessica’s eyes met his, glazed with overwhelming pleasure as she continued riding him, her hips moving in a slow, filthy rhythm. Damian’s hands slid up her body, cupping her bouncing breasts and squeezing them possessively as he spoke.

“You are all mine now.” I heard Hollis whisper in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. His possessiveness both scared and excited me, knowing that I was completely under his control. But never had I felt more alive and desired than in that moment, as if his declaration of ownership awakened a primal need within me to submit to him completely. Hollis is possessive, but never did I feel safer in anyone else’s arms. His possessiveness was a sign of his unwavering devotion and commitment to me, making me feel loved and protected in a way I had never experienced before.

“On all fours, with me dominating you, with no control at all?” “Yes…” The word came out like a sob. “Yes, fuck, yes…” “Do you like being mine?” “Yours,” she repeated, and the word vibrated in the air between us like a spell. “Yours, Mortyss. Only yours.” The possessiveness that hit me was devastating. It wasn’t just lust. It was something more primitive, darker. Something that said mine and no one else touches and I’ll kill anyone who tries. I felt my cock grow larger again, thicker, opening her to the limit of the impossible. Evelyn gasped, losing her breath.

“I didn’t know that possessiveness could be that sexy.” I was a little distracted by that, not thinking when I babbled: “Well, now you know how it feels.” “Yeah?” he smirked. “Do you like when I get possessive with you? Do you like when my wolf practically tears through my chest to make sure every other wolf knows who you belong to?” “Shut up,” I whined, my lower abdomen still warm from their unfinished activities. Even the shower hadn’t helped, and it was something he gleefully pointed out.

Then I go back to holding myself open for him. Mason clamps his hand around my jaw and his expression goes hard. "This p*ssy is mine and I'll fuck you as fast or slow as I want. Do you hear me?" "Yes," I whisper. "You clamp around my c*ck every time I remind your pussy who it belongs to." He keeps thrusting, keeps imprinting the feel of him into my very soul. "You like it when I get possessive." I want to deny it. This feels like a different kind of dangerous. But I can't deny the truth. So I just nod yes.

The possessive fire there didn’t frighten her; it ignited her. "Mine," he declared, the word a vow etched in primal need. He thrust. Not a slow entry, but one powerful, claiming stroke that buried him to the hilt inside her tight, fluttering heat. Anya’s cry wasn’t of pain, but of overwhelming sensation, the incredible, burning stretch as her body yielded to his girth, the profound filling as his thick cock impaled her, claiming her depths. He was huge, stretching her exquisitely, filling her warm, wet hole completely, a perfect, demanding fit that sparked fresh fire along her nerves. He set an immediate, brutal, possessive rhythm, each powerful thrust driving her higher, grinding the base o

He longed for her, he missed her, he wanted to possess her, there and then. He deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She opened for him, allowing his tongue to dance with hers and she kissed him back passionately. He swiftly pushed her against the door and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer to his body so she could feel his hard dick fighting for a way out of his slacks. She squirmed underneath his touch, her breath heightening knowing that she was totally at his mercy. She can feel his hand hover over her body, tracing the lines of her body as he kissed her like she was his source for air.

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.

We have to behave ourselves, drink responsibly and no funny business. We'll get to do whatever we want as long as no one gets hurt. But before you ask why, the owner says that when a vampire finds someone attractive enough, he has to give them sex. Well if he thinks that way then he's an idiot. As far as I'm concerned, if I see him again I won't even try to look at him. He should just leave me alone. After all, it's better to be safe than sorry.

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.