Possesive Sex Novels & Stories

At first, he was firm in his decision about me and our son being homeschooled and said that we couldn't change his mind, but Nathan and I firmly disagreed with it, and he had no choice but to give in or we won't talk to him. Zachary's possessiveness went to the highest level since we married. Every time we were outside together, he will stick beside me, or his arm always wrapped around my waist, and when he saw a man flirting with me, he would go caveman to a particular guy. There's an incident when we went to a bar to celebrate our first marriage anniversary. He got into a fight because he saw a guy talking to me when he returned from the comfort room. He confronted the guy, and that guy ha

he asked, his voice sounding lower than usual, like a sign of an impending storm. Madame Lia looked at him straight on. "You know the reason. If we were still living in the pack, and not in the human world like this, then your status as an Alpha would definitely be questioned. An Alpha cannot have offspring with another female once he is married. You already have a wife, Aaron. Tifanny is your Luna." Aaron's eyes narrowed. "I never considered her my wife." Mrs. Lia sighed. "That doesn't change the fact that she is your wife by pack law."

“You're a goddamn menace, you know that? I swear, I should punish you for the way you drive me crazy.But right now...I think I'd rather reward you instead.” “Would love that”. He hovers over me,pinning me beneath him. “Oh, now it’s my turn. Let’s see how much of that sass stays when I make you beg.” His fingers dig into my hips, trailing slow and deliberate down to where I’m most sensitive. My back arches up instinctively, a soft gasp escaping my lips. His touch feels possessive—almost rough—but it's not enough.I want more. And I think he knows it.A dark chuckle rumbles through his chest.

I’m already climbing toward orgasm fast. “I am going to breed you again,” he says, falling back into the dirty talk that drives us both insane. “Even though you already carry my offspring, I am going to fill you with my seed.” “Yes. Breed me. Fill me up.” “Your womb is occupied but I will still mark you as mine. Still claim every part of you.” He thrusts harder. “You belong to me now. Pregnant with my child. Addicted to my cock. Mine.” The possessiveness in his voice makes me come hard, clenching around him. He keeps moving through my orgasm and I feel another one building immediately.

"Hey, Manu, let's catch up. Don't get hung up on labels or concepts. You're together, what you need to establish is that while he's with you, he's only with you, understand?" "I think so. He said he's only thought about being with me since the first time he saw me and that I'm only his." "Um, possessive. I like it! So make it clear that he's only yours too." "What if I'm terrible in bed? Like, if I'm horrible at sex?"

“Rhett!” “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I had a question about the blood exchange though. Do you think something like that really heightens the sexual experience?” The way he looks at me, that naughty glint in his eyes, has me locking the door rather quickly and running over to his side of the bed to gently rip the book from his hands.He shifts on the bed, lifting his shirt to run a lazy hand up and down his abs, and continuing like he’s not putting himself on display or setting me on fire. “I have to say I really identify with August and this whole possessive thing he has going on. I just don’t get why they take so long to get together. Clearly they were into each other.” “It i

Marcel was sure he was over Clara, his mind wanted to believe it. Yet Clara kept on appearing on his mind that night as he was laying on his bed. The guilt he had tried to remove returned. On the other side of the bed, Giselle had been fast asleep, she laid beside him with other of her arms squeezing his left arm. Even when she was asleep, she was still as possessive toward him. What could he expect, he was her prized possession. But did he really wanted to be that to her? Marcel tried to close his eyes without imagining anything yet he failed miserably.

he threatened, and I gulped. My parents came in between because I was not able to say a single word. "Alpha Warren, it's nothing," Dad intervened. "Yes, Alpha, it's just a normal necklace," I said with a smile. "ARE YOU CRAZY? THIS IS NOT JUST A NECKLACE!" Alpha Warren shouted at me. "The rose and the dagger are the Thorn family crest, and only one person is allowed to have it: Aiden," he said, looking at the necklace intently.

Yet, she thought, stroking him deliberately with her own slick sex, her whole body wanted nothing more than to arch her hips until she could push all of him inside her, letting it take her, possess her. That thought vibrated through her, possessing her. It made her stomach tighten and back tense, wringing electric pulses through her limbs. Did she want to be owned? No, she never had...but that word, possessed, she shuddered again, was different. Somehow it meant something else. Possess me, she whispered in her head. His hands obeyed, pulling her roughly against him, hard into his chest, his fingers pulling at her sensitive nipples. She could feel the pressure building inside of her already,

“Because I knew it was you I wanted—the moment I had you. And I didn’t want to wait months to have you all to myself. I couldn’t stand knowing another male had touched you where only I’m allowed.” “That’s possessive male talk, you know?” He smiles, scooping me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. “When we find our mate, yes—we’re possessive. Only with her. Only with the female who’s ours.”