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He said softly, patting her shoulder while looking into her eyes. He leaned closer to her, inhaling her intoxicating scent as if she were his oxygen. His hand clutched her slim waist while another hand was making patterns on her thigh, creating a tickling sensation in her. She looked into his amber eyes. There's something about that gaze of his, which she'll never find in another man. As if at that moment, their souls have made a bridge. That's all she ever needed to connect. A love that's burning inside of him, the sort that goes for eternity.

While I could feel his breath on my skin, I was very sure his eyes were on Ronan with how increasingly aggressive Ronan’s struggles became. “What?” Dante asked, roughly pinching my nipples while his other hand moved to cup me, sending an involuntary shiver through me. I was still in Ronan’s T-shirt so nothing stood between him and my pussy. An inaudible curse slipped past my lips as I silently prayed for something to steal his attention from me. “You don’t like the way her body is melting into mine?” He asked, drawing slow circles on my clit and I cursed the raw heat building at my core.

HUSBAND. He smiled sadly. She didn't want to acknowledge their marriage but didn't react. He was tired of always reacting to every little thing. If he was to win her back, he had to start with always controlling his temper especially around her. ‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍Book From Passion to Obsession, chapter Chapter 43, page 1 read online

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

I dragged his collar down and Chase was forced to bow his head. "Chase, this is where you are mistaken. What I feel for you isn't something I woke up to. I don't know when things changed between us but I began to like you more than a younger sister should." I said, "My love is also obsessive. I would do all those things you mentioned and like you said, that is just the tip of the ice berg." He did not do anything to interrupt me. His dark eyes just stared at me. "My love is like an abyss. I am paranoid and possessive. You see, that is why we are the right match for each other." After I finished my words, I kissed him.

The fire crackles and pops, and I watch the flames dance, and I think about the way she looked when I entered her room, naked and wet and touching herself, her fingers buried inside her cunt, her hips bucking against her own hand, and the sight of it, the knowledge that she had been thinking of me, craving me, needing me, sent a surge of possessive pride through my chest that was almost painful in its intensity, and I wanted to hurt her for daring to touch herself without me, wanted to punish her for seeking pleasure in my absence, but more than that, I wanted to fill her, to claim her, to remind her that her pleasure belonged to me, that every orgasm she would ever have from this moment for

That hurts her. I see it. Immediately. But I don’t stop. “Because none of that changes one thing.” Her voice trembles. “What?” I step closer. Slow. Deliberate. Dangerously calm. “You’re mine to protect.” Silence. Heavy. Loaded. Not possession. Not control. Something else. Something deeper. Something that doesn’t let go. Her eyes widen slightly. Not fear. Not rejection. Recognition. “You don’t get to say that like it’s simple,” she whispers.

“I can’t… stop wanting you.” I pressed her against the wall, hands roaming possessively, lips capturing hers in a kiss that burned hotter than any flame in the city below. “Good,” I growled. “Because I don’t just want you. I own you. And anyone who tries to touch you… dies in the memory of my obsession.” The night stretched on — a storm of heat, desire, and obsession. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered possessive vow reminded us both that there was no going back. Sebastian Velez would never release what was his. And Ocean… she never wanted to escape.

He said, breathing heavily, and waited for her answer. She nodded, closed her eyes, and the next thing that happened in history. – Please support my new novel. It's a Fantasy Romance– Female Lead with a different, intriguing twist. I hope you'll like it, and reviews are highly appreciated. Thank you and keep safe always butterflies! Love y'all.

I know she’s been photographed topless with just her hair artfully covering her breasts in the past; I’ve got the image saved to my phone along with dozens of others. Hoarding pictures of Aubrey Campbell is my dirty little secret. From the moment I first saw her, I wanted to claim her. Make her mine. Knowing she’s been practically naked in front of others is a totally different thing to actually seeing her bare herself. The possessive beast inside me won’t allow it. “No more. From now on no one sees your pretty little tits and juicy ass.” “Wha—I don’t…” I close the distance between us, causing her to look up so she can meet my eyes. “No one sees what’s mine.”