Possessive Meaning In Relationship Novels & Stories

he said mockingly. My smile slowly faded. “And what if I do have a girlfriend now?” I stepped closer. “What would you do?” I want him to be possessive over me, the same way I am over him. “Own me, Noah,” I said, my voice low. “Take me away from anyone trying to get close to me.” Even if he didn’t, I knew I would still find my way back to him. “You know I’m not the type to ruin someone else’s relationship.” He frowned.

“I don’t have to be loyal to you when we are not in a relationship.” “So, do we have to be in a relationship?” He continued his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. “Fine then, fair enough… be my girlfriend. Be mine, and only mine.” His claim on me was possessive, and confident, and I just couldn’t shake my head, his eyes fell back to the blotch on my neck. “The more I look at that thing on your neck, the more I want to tear out that part of your skin.” His gaze was sharp, and I felt a knot form in my stomach.

"I live in your house; I don't know if that counts. Besides, how can that hurt you? I'm a free girl." "In that you are mine alone! From this moment on, I forbid you to be seen with this man or anyone else. Do you understand?" he asked in a domineering tone, and she opened her eyes wide in the face of this attack of possessiveness. To have been not to possess. You can have what you don't want. Possession is having and enjoying what you have. José Saramago.

"I will miss you." "I will miss that sweet pussy of yours." he whispers tracing the lining of my panties "Adrian," I hit his chest, and he shrugs "What can I say?" "Your pussy loves me." his tongue licks my neck before he nips "I love my marks on you." My eyes narrow "Do you know that you are a possessive bastard." "Still, you can't deny that you love me, darling," he says cockily with a smirk. "Darling, don't you know I love you because of your money/" My fingers feel his abs as my hands roam everywhere on his muscular chest.

he says, his voice low, an undercurrent of intensity, "I don't like sharing your time or you." His possessiveness is both endearing and surprising. A small smile plays on my lips as I stir the contents in the pot. "Jealous, are we?" I tease, the air charged with a subtle tension that adds an unspoken layer to our interaction. He leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss that carries the weight of unspoken declarations. In that moment, the kitchen becomes a canvas for emotions painted in the brushstrokes of his possessiveness. "You're mine," he whispers against my lips, a claim that reverberates through the silent corners of the room.

"Jealousy? You're a good-looking man, and women can't help but gather around you. Don't you know you have a girlfriend? Why are you practicing chastity, then? You can easily get all the women you want!" As soon as I finished my sentence, my face blushed in embarrassment. How possessive was I to go all passive-aggressive on him? But I soon found out that there was nothing wrong with being possessive. It was normal for a girlfriend to want her boyfriend to herself. Expressing her desire to own her boyfriend from time to time could let her boyfriend know how much she desired him. It might even make him feel more secure about himself. Not saying anything, not throwing a tantrum out of jealousy,

I swallowed, “In a way.” “Why?” “We already have so much happening here,” I responded, being truthful about my reason for the first time, “I don’t want to put Lisa in danger’s way. The first rule of war is to grab the Luna. I can’t let anything happen to Lisa.” “You have got it all wrong,” he chuckled dryly, “The Luna makes the pack stronger, she brings power to the pack. Luna’s are connected to the energy of the moon, and once she and the Alpha are together, the pack only grows stronger.”

It’s a reminder I’m his and no one else's. Men have tried to get me to fall for them, because they fall in love with the woman they think I am. With Gavin, his possessiveness makes me want to get closer instead of running for the hills. I get off on how much he wants me and that he lets me get away with some things. When I go too far, he’s there to remind me I’m his and that I only get away with what he allows. “Your pussy enjoys the way I own it. It’s why I’m the only one that can ever get in here. You never let anyone else get close enough to catch you.”

He wasn’t drunk yet today, but the alcohol was surely making itself known. “Wow, I knew you were kinky, but…damn!” I smirked, teasing him a bit just to see him fumble. “This is a whole new level.” But instead of his usual shy, stuttering demeanor, he looked up into my eyes, holding my gaze as he spoke next. “It’s not kinky, it’s called being possessive.” He said fearlessly. “I don’t want to share your laughter, you happiness with anyone else. If they see it, they will want to be with you…and I don’t want that to happen.”

he replied to me while holding my hand tightly. I smiled. Rupert was extra careful, caring, and a bit possessive tonight. He barely disappeared beside me all night. I was not sure if being possessive was also part of sexual relationships like what we had. But to be honest, it feels good when you have someone who is being greedy of you. For others, possessiveness was irritating... I used to say that... But it's different when you're in a situation and you're already experiencing it. Don't get me wrong. I was talking about that kind of possessiveness that he wanted you to enjoy every moment with him only— not that kind of possessiveness that he's treating you like a mere 'possession'. Those tw