Possessive Meaning In Relationship Novels & Stories

I said. “Not want,” he said. “Wolves do not want things the way people want things. It is oriented toward her. There is a distinction.” He paused. “Orientation is not possession. It is not threat. It is the specific pull of a thing toward the other thing it was built in relationship to.” “Built in relationship to,” I said.

“He’s protective.” “Protective is one word.” She sipped her iced coffee. “Possessive is another. Controlling is a third.” I flinched. “He’s not controlling.” She raised an eyebrow. “You are letting him have power over you.” I stared at the table. “I know.”

"Just obsession? Because obsession doesn't usually include fidelity. Obsessed people take what they want whenever they want it but you've stopped taking anything from anyone except the one person you can't actually have freely." Luca turned from the window. "You think this is love? This twisted situation where I've imprisoned someone and then convinced myself we're in some kind of relationship?" "I think it's something," Matteo said carefully. "Maybe love, maybe the closest you're capable of getting to love given your damage but it's definitely more than possession. Possession doesn't care about fidelity, doesn't unconsciously eliminate all other options." "I didn't eliminate them consciousl

He placed his fingers under my chin and raised my head up so our eyes could meet. “I just said that because I don’t want Samantha to be your charge. I want you to stay next to me.” He said, flashing me a big smile. “There is nothing about Samantha that you need to be worried about. She is just mad about the way that I ended things and wants to try to continue building a relationship that’s not even there. She already knows that I’m pursuing someone else. I don’t want to hide what you and I have, but I wanted to make sure you were okay with it being public before I said anything. I really want to take things slow and wait for you to get your wolf. It doesn’t hurt to let everyone know that you

I spat. “You’re just terrified of losing me because I was easy to control, weren’t I? You’re scared you’ll never find another girl weak enough to let you pull the strings in the relationship just like I did because I fell hard for you!” “You're paranoid, jealous. Confusing possessiveness for love, and you seriously need help. Get your head checked before you go around calling this toxic obsession 'Love'. I’m done with you and this goddamn forsaken relationship!” I yelled, furious as I poured out my heart and thoughts.

"Romantic and slightly possessive." "Very possessive. You are mine. Through the bond and through choice. I do not share well." Through our connection I felt his need for exclusivity. For something that was just ours. The network meant sharing everything but this we kept private. Our physical relationship belonged only to us. Making love while bonded was overwhelming in the best way. Every touch I felt twice. Once through my own nerves and once through his. Every emotion amplified and reflected. Pleasure building between us until I could not tell where I ended and he began.

The air was thick with tension, the silence between us heavy. Mark's voice sliced through the silence, his words dripping with possession. "You're my possession," he declared, "You're not allowed to eat with anyone apart from me, your husband, or the kids." My mind reeled, stunned by the audacity of his statement. "His possession?" I asked myself inwardly I felt a chill run down my spine as the weight of his words settled upon me. Was this what our relationship had devolved into? Was I nothing more than a possession to him?

She could feel it in the weight of his tone. Her grip tightened on her pen, and she inhaled softly. “The partnership proposal is built on projected expansion into new markets,” she began carefully. “But the risk margin is high. If the projections don’t hold, the company could…” “Lose more than it gains,” he finished. She nodded. “Yes.” He tapped his foot slowly. “And?” His tone sharpened. Her lips pressed together firmly. “The numbers are…aggressive,” she admitted. “A very far reach in fact.”

"This conversation is over. Whoever those men are that you feel something for, make sure I don't catch you with them. Don't let me smell your arousal when you're around them, either." It was a clear threat. Why was he trying to control me? Just because he kissed me, he thought he owned me? Why did he seem so possessive? "Why would I need to avoid you seeing us? Does kissing automatically mean two people are in a relationship?" "With us, yes." What? No way. My mom would be furious. "No way!" I replied quickly. His jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened. Why couldn't he understand what I was trying to say?

There was no use hiding it from him. “Yes.” It was a soft, breathy whisper, but he smiled, looking relieved. “Good, because I plan to f*ck you hard so that you can only dream about me. I want to taste you, brand you, and make you mine. Only mine.” My heart skipped a beat at his possessiveness. Where did that come from? We weren’t in an actual relationship, even. “That’s not fair, Drake. If you want me to belong to you, shouldn’t you belong to me as well?” I gazed into his amused eyes.