Possesive Sex Novels & Stories

My legs wrapped around his as he enters me slowly, this time he is gentle knowing I am already sore. I scream as he fucks me under the moonlight, with the stars in between, the pressure against my inner walls became more and more as his girth stretched me"That's it, Darling. Take, it. And get fucking used to it, because I'll be shoving my cock inside this sweet body of yours every chance I have." A whimper rolled over my lips, my body shaking and quivering with his possessive words, my thighs wrapped around him tightly, my nails digging into his back.

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

The key was still in my fist, now pinned between my own body and the mattress, a hidden shard of betrayal. “Look at me,” he commanded, and I did. I saw the possessiveness, the fear, the desperate need to be my entire world. “You’re mine. Nothing else exists.” He thrust inside. I arched off the bed, a sharp cry torn from my throat. He was so hard, so full, stretching me exquisitely. He didn’t move at first, just let me feel the complete, overwhelming fullness of him. The key dug into my palm.

he asked innocently. “This! The possessiveness, the intimidation, the constant hovering. What do you want from me?” Damien’s smirk faltered for a split second, replaced by something almost vulnerable. But then it was gone, and his cocky demeanor returned. “I just like keeping you on your toes, sweetheart,” he said, leaning in close. “Admit it—you’d miss me if I stopped.” Elies opened her mouth to argue but found herself at a loss for words. As much as she hated to admit it, Damien’s presence was becoming something she couldn’t ignore. And that scared her more than anything else.

“Say another word and I’ll rip your tongue out and feed it to you.” “Alright, alright.” He holds his hands up, placating. “Relax. Just saying, she’s…something.” “She’s mine.” “Obviously,” he mutters, then clears his throat and drops the grin. “Look, I didn’t come here to flirt with your pet. We’ve got shit to talk about, big shit, you’re gonna want eyes on this.”

Touching his broad shoulders unconsciously. "You can sleep and stay warm after doing something hot." Kingston seized her lips again. He greedily thrust his tongue into Pandora's mouth with fervor. Squeezed her chest, covered by a thin nightgown. Then he dropped his lips onto the hollow of her neck. "You'll leave marks for everyone to see." Pandora looked up, still aware of her father’s presence in Kingston’s mansion. That man would never forget that Chris had strictly forbidden them from having sex before marriage.

"I haven't introduced you to the pack and I don't want any unmarked male staring at you or touching you." She scoffed, "Why?! You think I'm unfaithful!" "No babygirl, I just don't want any males around you okay? Now please don't make a scene right now at 9 am, it's too early for me." He groaned and she huffed. "You think I'm making a scene? Well, what about you? You being jealous of males." She spats. "Men's need to act possessive over their mate, it's called possessiveness and protective." He reasoned.

" He asked impatiently. A yes or a no. I looked at him, already staring me. Then my face changed into one of the biggest smiles as I jumped on him and threw my arms around his neck. "Of course!" I said, nodding my head like a crazy person. He just laughed at my behavior and wrapped his arms around me, tightly. "I love you too, Ace." I whispered as he pushed the ring in my finger. And I meant it. Deep from my heart. I was sure of one thing. He loved me from the start. He loved me when I didn't even know about him. I had been and will always be only his. His Possession. _______________________________________________________________________ THE END.

He looked at me calmly, “with them it is plainly physical. Sexual. I don’t want you to feel like I own your body. And I told you I want to give us a chance. I could get rid of the play room if_” “_No, that’s not what I meant.” “I thought that’s what you want.” “I want you” I whispered darting my eyes from his, “Am not saying am ready to be one either. What am trying to say is, I want to give us a chance too but I can’t ask you to give that away for me. I just don’t want you to have subs...” I whispered the last part and he chuckled. “Possessive. I like it,” he smiled and I shook my head with a groan.

His hands slid down my back, gripping my waist possessively, pulling me flush against him. “You are mine,” he growled against my lips, voice vibrating in my chest. “Every inch, every heartbeat, every thought. And I will never—ever—let anyone take that away.” I shivered in response, pressing into him, surrendering fully to the fire that was Sebastian Velez. It wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just passion. It was claiming, it was possession, it was the raw, all-consuming need to own and be owned. Hours passed in a blur of heat and obsession. Sebastian’s touch was relentless, claiming, memorizing, marking every inch of me. I felt every surge of his obsession, every growl of possessiveness, every wh