Possessive Meaning In Relationship Novels & Stories

I watched him with that expression quietly as I watched his smile fade. He was wrong. I'm not possessive. I've never been possessive. "You are a little wrong boyfriend. I'm not possessive. I'm..."

“That's being over possessive and I don't think it's good.” Dominic smirked and held her hand. She felt the hairs on her skin rise as she felt that spark within her. He looked at her hand slowly wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling her close to him so they were inches apart. Selene's eyes widened. She had no idea what he was doing but she didn't stop him either. She couldn't stop him. It was like her body wanted that touch before it came, and she lost control of her brain immediately. “As long as it's you, over possessiveness is good. It means you're the only one I want and think of. There's no two ways about that.” He winked and let her go before walking away with a smirk.

"Declare the marketer's position vacant. Find someone to fill her former role. She's under my wing now," Darien declared, surprising both himself and Hau Lin. Darien froze as he realized what he had just said. Why did his tone come out like that? How could he sound so possessive? Hau Lin was left speechless by Darien's sudden proclamation. While he had sensed a change in Darien since that night he first met the lady who now worked as his assistant, he never expected the man to display possessiveness so quickly.

This is not up for discussion. "I don't accept you telling me that you want to be my boyfriend, no! I don't want a boyfriend, and certainly not a relationship based on a fit of jealousy, no. That's in my dictionary, it's not a relationship, it's control, obsession, machismo, and possession. I love it when a man is possessive, but only in bed, nothing more than that. We are both starting a relationship that we can still enjoy, but without commitment, especially when you have a lot of insecurities. I want him to desire me with passion, to love me from his heart, not because he's afraid that someone else might have sex with me.

Possessively. His grip on my hair is tight, his kisses hungry, rough, and deep. I can taste the blood in my mouth where he’s bitten into my lip, but I’m unable to stop kissing him. That was the emotion in his eyes… Possessive. Of me.

I said discontentedly. She said, "Sometimes men's possessiveness is so crazy, and sometimes their behavior is really wrong, but it also shows that he really cares about you." "You seem to know more about men. Have you ever had a serious relationship?" I teased with a smile, intending to end this topic.

“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.

Dianna explained and was sorry. She gave him a sweet, comforting smile while her hands rested on his lap. Until Klaud stopped the car, cupped her soft, flawless cheeks. "Why did you stop? I thought we are in a hurry?" She looked at him confusingly, but he remained silent. There was something in his eyes that made her knees weak and tremble. "I can't help but look at you every second! I... I want to hold you! I... want to feel you, Dianna, and I don't know what is happening to me! I... I became possessive of you...,"

Oh. "There's no need to be jealous," I assured him. "I'm not jealous," he said smirking. " Jealous is when you want something someone else has." "Then what are you?" I asked. "Possessive," he answered. "I want what's already mine." My mouth went dry hearing this. Damn, that shouldn't have been as sexy as it was. I finally found my voice. "I'm not a possession," I said shakily. He smiled. "Not yet. You'll come to be mine the same way I am already yours."

She picked up her phone, contemplated for a moment, and sent a message to Wendy. "Do you think the more a man loves a woman, the more possessive he gets?" Just like Liam now, who seemed to be showing jealousy even though she was just a substitute for Sophia. Wendy replied almost instantly, “Of course! Isn't that obvious? Possessiveness and love go hand in hand! He’s absolutely madly in love!”