Possessive Novels & Stories

She said sadly. - What? You're kidding, right? Look at me Camila, I'm about to explode and you're kicking me out? - Yea. I don't want to fuck you until you change. Your possessiveness is... making me very confused. How could he be so jealous, so possessive, and not say clearly how he felt? Maybe he just liked her like he liked all women. Maybe he was possessive and jealous of all the women he slept with. How could she know? She wouldn't stoop down and ask if he loved her. He would laugh at her for expecting something as useless as love.

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.

Why I am behaving like. I am possessive toward her.

“Soon, my love. Soon I will take care of you again.” Possessive, obsessive and jealous. Please leave a vote and a comment!

Having her say she belongs to me every time I fuck her somehow matters to me. Her admission has a way of causing inexplicable possessiveness veering into madness takes hold of me, and I always want to feel that way when I’m fucking her, claiming her and owning every part of her. Including her moans and whimpers. “Please…please…I want to cum.” “Not until you say that your cunt is mine.” “Jordan…please let me cum just once, please…” “Just say the magic word and I’ll let you cum all you want.”

It was delivered not in a shout, but in a low, resonant, utterly certain whisper that carried the weight of absolute truth. “You’re mine. That’s who.” The words were not possessive in a romance, cliche way. They were possessive the way a king lays claim to land. The way a master sculptor lays claim to the clay. It was a declaration of creation, of fact, of sole ownership.

“Of course, you are not a possession.” “If you know I am not a possession, then why do you keep claiming ownership over me? I am a human being. You can’t own me.” “Of course, you are a human being, and I can’t own you,” He says, standing up from his chair. “I just don’t like sharing your beautiful smile and your nice laughter with any other male out there,” Mr. Jason says, rubbing his hands on my cheeks that are starting to heat up because of his words. “You have to understand men like me are very possessive when we know every man out there wants what we have. I have to protect what I have so I won’t lose it,” He says, wrapping his arms around my waist, and pu

I don’t know why I feel so damn possessive of this woman. This woman who won’t be claimed.

The possessiveness that had been bubbling within him reached a boiling point, and he suddenly grabbed Luna's neck, pulling her into a fierce kiss. His hands held her body tightly against his, his lips claiming hers in a possessive manner. He needed to remind both her and himself that she was his, and that no one else had the right to lay a finger on her. as he broke the kiss, Luna stared at him with wide eyes, trying to catch her breath she spoke, "What happened baby?" Arthur's eyes were still darkened, the possessive fire within him not quite extinguished yet. He looked at her, his eyes roaming o

I muttered and she smiled before turning around and kissing my lips. "I love you too Ethan" I will never get used to hearing her say that It gave me goosebumps and butterflies everything she said it. It felt like I was a highschooler with her but I didn't mind. All for her She became mine to posses the day she walked into that door with my parents She was my possession We have finally come to the end of this book 😁😁😁 It was very fun writing about these two characters.