Possessive Obsessive Romance Books Novels & Stories

The realization hits harder than it should, a pull in my chest I can’t ignore, even as I gun the throttle and tear down the empty streets toward her scent. I’m Tyler Grayson, future alpha of the Crescent Pack, and I’m supposed to have this under control. Find the lost wolf, bring her back—that’s what the elders said. They didn’t mention she’d be a shy girl with hazel eyes that see too much, or that her scent would wake something in me I can’t tame. I didn’t plan on feeling this… protective. But that howl, the way it cut through the night like a blade—it’s not just a warning. It’s a hunt, and Vivian’s the prey.

Colton kisses like he’s on a quest, like he is determined to come on-top. He kisses like a king, domineering and firm, with so much focus and intensity it makes me dizzy with need. I sighed into the kiss, feeling my knees weakened when his hand finds my open skin beneath the shirt, his finger slowly really up my under boob. I felt goosebumps rise in my skin, shivering internally when he cups a boob in his hand. Colton grips me even tighter, making me open my mouth even more, allowing his tongue slide into the walls of my mouth. A groan escaping his throat. Colton’s hands on me, it’s addicting, divine and leaves me dizzy with immense want.

I hovered above her, "You will stay away from him. If you dare to look at him again, then I will pull out your eyeballs, you witch." Before I could grab her neck, I felt an arm around my waist. Someone was pulling me away from her. I screamed hysterically at her as someone dragged me away from there, and I could hear gasps and whispers from those around me. So, how is this chapter, my beautiful readers? Do you all like over-possessive Emberly, this is very different from your typical female leads, as, in almost all romance books, men are possessive over girls, but here I tried a new concept. My female lead is the possessive girl for her man in my story.

Her lips met Allie’s, causing the entire world to shift on its axis. It was far from a hesitant or exploratory kiss. Instead, it was profound and self-assured, an act of possession. Allie’s anxieties dissolved completely, overtaken by an overwhelming wave of raw desire. She returned the kiss with equal passion, her hands rising to weave through Casey’s hair. She could perceive the gentle, moist sounds of their lips connecting, could detect Casey’s recognizable perfume intertwined with a fresh element, something indicative of arousal. From the edge of her vision, she noticed Chris settling into a chair in the corner, his eyes darkened by longing as he observed them intently, his hand already

The notion of taking her woman card, the luscious juice between her thighs, her lusty breathing, her seductive cry, and the purity of that moment made everything about it ideal. Fucking more of her was what I desired. I desired something good, was that bad? Was it her being out of my reach that caused it? Either way Rena was perfect. I began to realize that I was becoming increasingly possessive of her and that I might even be obsessed with her. I had not felt this way in a very long time. She was unique, no doubt about it. Rena was exceptional in her own right and not just because she was royalty. Walking over to me she starts pulling my at my shorts. Gripping at her hand I immediately push

Maybe at Shanice place. After sating her hunger, she hopped onto her bed. As a routine, she grabbed her novel from the table, parted the book to where she had left off last night, and began reading. She loved reading romance novels. The MLs in these books are so different than the real-life men. The love they show feels so pure. She wondered if she would ever get to experience that kind of love. The thought caused her feeling giddy. She wants her man to be possessive, a little bit obsessive, and hella romantic. Someone who will kiss the ground she walks on. Someone who will choose her and only her every time. She will be his first choice.

He was the one letting me do as I pleased. Possessive and dominating. This intensity should have made me scared. His obsession should have turned on every alarm in my head but it fucking didn't. My core clenched and cried more, begging for something forbidden. I craved more, I needed more than just the sparks from his lips. More than just his tongue teasing my tongue like he was fucking my mouth. I needed to be touched I wanted him to show me how only he could make me undone in ways no one can. His obsession wasn’t my burden; it was my favourite sin. The one I returned to every time I swore I’d quit

" She said that and we both started laughing. "Trust me I didn't enjoy that ride either but I was happy that you were mine and mine only." "And you are mine and just mine only. I don't want any other girl rubbing your cock like that. Trust me I will kill that bitch if she ever dared to touch you like that." I liked that anger that love. That possessiveness. "Okay don't worry. It's not gonna happen love. As we lay there in our bed, totally naked, we began to french kiss, and once again I was hard.

It had only been a few days of noticing him, really noticing him, and already he was inside me in ways I couldn’t shake. I know what people say about obsession—that it burns fast, dangerous, unsustainable. But they don’t understand. They haven’t heard his laugh. Because once you fall in love with someone’s laugh, you don’t come back. And I don’t want to.

I never knew electrifying kisses were real until today and I definitely want more than a stupid peck. He's about to turn in the other direction but I pull him back gently and crash my lips on his and he's quick to respond back by deepening the kiss hungrily. Our tongues dance together for what seemed like hours and I wasn't ready to let go. He hands slowly travel around my body and I knew then and there, that they was no going back for me. His smell, his touch, his kisses, everything about this man drives me insane and right now, I don't mind being a little crazy.