Possessive Romance Novels & Stories

If they could only see in dim light before, now they could both see in the bright light. Dominic again sipped on Chalondra's lips without permission. Besides, without asking permission, the girl wouldn't mind. That french kiss continued. Chalondra followed her instincts so that she looked more fluent in kissing. The girl agilely replied to all of Dominic's sucking and crushing. Her slender arms wrapped around the man's neck tightly. Instead, Dominic wrapped his hands around Chalondra's waist possessively. Oh, it was only a kiss, but successfully drove him to the verge of madness! The long kiss finally had to be stopped because Chalondra was out of breath. Not sincere, Dominic pulled the girl

“I pride myself as a controlled man, a man who has defeated lust. But when I first saw you, I almost took you right there in the woods. But you were injured and my protective instincts kicked in. I wanted to protect you. Keep you. Claim you.” He's stealing my breath, he's a thief, he's a murderer. He wants to kill me with all of this steamy confessions, this possessiveness. Everyone knows I'm a sucker for possessive men. “So you see, we're destined to be together, doll. I know it from the first time I saw you. And nothing's going to take you away from me. Absolutely nothing.” With that, he gives me a kiss. A long, breathtaking one that wracks up my senses. When he's done with me, I tingle al

“I know.” “Then what am I?” I step closer— just one step this time. Careful. Measured. She doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t panic. Just watches. “You’re mine to protect,” I say. Not possession. Not ownership. Something else. Something deeper. Stronger. More dangerous. Her breath catches. “That sounds like control.” “It’s not.” “What is it then?” A pause. Then— “A promise.” Silence falls. Different this time. Because promises— they mean something.

"You think you can just snap your fingers and I'll come running? You and Roman have been circling each other like dogs for months, and I'm done being the prize you both want to piss on." Roman let out a dark, mocking laugh, stepping closer until the three of them were a tight knot of aggression. "She's right, Jax. You've always been too goddamn possessive for your own good. You want to own her pussy, and you want to own me, too. But you don't have the balls to admit what you really want."

They think that some angle come in the ground..... And when ibrahim sees her he just can't take her eyes off from her....( Ibrahim provke.....i was sitting in a sofa when I see my doll is coming with her sister she is looking extremely beautiful like an angle my angle..... Everyone looking at her and in that moment I feel proud, at the same time I feel possessiveness.... Proud of my doll.... And possesiveness because I don't want anyone sees my doll weather it is a man or a woman.... She came and

"I am your wife. And no matter what comes next... I belong to you. Completely." Roman froze, his dark eyes darkening into twin pools of liquid fire as her whispered vow hit his possessive soul like a thunderbolt. A slow, dark, and devastatingly handsome smirk touched the corner of his firm lips—a smirk of absolute, victorious satisfaction. He leaned down, pressing his mouth firmly against her forehead, holding her small body tightly against his broad chest as the golden morning sun filled the room.

There's room for both of us. Paige climbs in. I climb in beside her. "This is ours," she whispers. "This is ours," I say. She falls asleep. Her hand in mine. I stay awake a little longer. Watching the city. Watching her. This is ours. I never thought I'd have this. But now that I do, I'm never letting go.

I say firmly. “Not sweet love. If you are looking for a romantic person with green flags, you are in the wrong place and waiting for something that will not fill you. Our romance is dark, that one that has a lot of red flags and we want more. We like the possessive, the firmly delivered.

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,

Touching his bare skin gave me immense satisfaction, a mental and physical pleasure that I tend to have every time we make love. A satisfaction that this hunk of a handsome man was mine… my husband… and, after today, my lover as well. This feeling in itself was such a life-winning feeling. This feeling of having this man as my husband. This feeling of belonging to each other. The thought of anyone else even daring to look at him in a romantic or possessive manner ignited a fierce protectiveness within me. A sense of deep possessiveness settles in my heart, making me want to scream before the world that Viaan Adams was mine… just like I was his. No one else had the right to claim even a fract