Possessive Romance Books Novels & Stories

He had left. “Are you there?” “Yeah.” I prayed to the heavens that he was jealous or feeling some type of way from seeing how I was with Trent. Maybe that would make him realize that he was making a big mistake. Anthony was a possessive man. Even when we were still friends, he always acted too territorial in some ways that made me feel like a dumb schoolgirl crushing on a dumb boy.

He stilled, then leaned into her touch, eyes fluttering closed. She shifted closer, tangling her legs with his, resting one paw over his heart. Rian’s breath hitched, and he pressed his forehead to hers, their noses touching—barely. His tail swept forward, looping around her back leg to hold her in place. Possessive. Protective. Tender.

I asked as he shivered, looking into my eyes with lust and hunger. “There’s this attraction I have towards you,I don’t know how to explain it,I ….I…. just know that I want you and nothing will stop me ” he replied before kissing his way down my neck,my breasts and my stomach. .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. “You’re beautiful” I whispered, kissing her nape……..and carrying her to the bed before depositing her on it. I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her.

** POR SIEMPRE TUYA LIBRO 1 (166,800 LECTORES) ETERNAMENTE MÍA LIBRO 2 (54,700 LECTORES) INFINITAMENTE NUESTRA LIBRO 3 ( 7200 LECTORES) **SAGA ROMANCE ( pasión, romance, tentaciones y un hombre decidido a todo por la mujer que ama). -CUANDO DEJAS TU CORAZÓN ATRÁS LIBRO 1 (4200 lectores) -MI CORAZÓN TE PERTENECE LIBRO 2 (3800 lectores) *** PASION Y TENTACION MAFIA SERIES*********** -MAFIA ITALIANA LIBRO 1 ******HISTORIAS INDIVIDUALES************ - LUNA INDOMABLE (pasion/traicion/romance/ alfa posesivo/ princesa rebelde)

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Rose's laughter echoes, musical and sweet, "In more ways than one," she adds, her voice so neat. Her whisper hints at secrets untold, "I think he wants more than just business to hold." My arm wraps around her, possessive and tight, "His loss," I remind her, "your gain, my delight." Rose's smile fades for a moment, reflective and pale, Then she leans into me, "Yours, Roman," she whispers, without fail. My heart swells with love, with possessiveness too,

"Zachary!!!! I screamed and quickly picked up the pillow and hit him. This pervert was groping my breast early in the morning. I tell you guys, this is not the first time he did it to me. He also does it in the middle of the night. One night I woke up with his mouth on my breast. Impossible this asshole is horny now and then. Even though he was not sleeping beside me, sometimes he would sneak inside my room like a theft. He chuckled, covering himself with both hands. " You're a pervert." I hissed. "Let's get married, Athena." All my movement suddenly stop. He sat up this time and looked at me smiling, then he moved down on the bed, and I gasped when he kneeled in front of me, holding a small

I helped her fix the dress, tugging the neckline back up over those perfect titties, and smoothing the silk down her hips. There were faint red marks on her throat, her collarbone, the tops of her breasts. I traced one with my thumb, possessive. “Everyone’s going to see these,” she said, reading my mind. “Let them.” She rose on her toes and kissed me soft, sweet, nothing like the girl who’d just begged me to wreck her cunt. When she pulled away, snowflakes clung to her hair like diamonds. “I’m keeping the coat,” she declared. “It looks better on you anyway.”

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.

“Answer me.” Her brown eyes flashed with defiance. “And if I do?” A sharp, possessive anger clawed at my insides. I reached out, my fingers brushing her chin, tilting her face up to mine. “You forget, Isabella—you’re a married woman.” She let out a dry laugh, stepping back, breaking my hold. “Oh? Now my marriage matters to you?” I didn’t like the mocking edge in her voice. “I don’t like my things being touched by others.”