Possessive Sex Novels & Stories

The silence he craved is finally here, replaced by the white-hot noise of sensation. I start to move. It isn't the gentle lovemaking of our reunion. It isn't the frantic claiming of the ceremony. This is ownership. This is heavy, grinding, possessive sex. I withdraw almost completely, then slam back in. Kieran cries out, trashing against the bindings. The ropes hold him fast, keeping him exactly where I want him. "Mine," I snarl, biting the curve of his shoulder. "You are mine." "Yours," he babbles. "I'm yours. Only yours."

She gasped in surprise and looked up only to meet his seething eyes. "Give him what's mine and I'll rip him apart," he growled out in warning. Serena bit down on her lip, feeling turned on by his possessiveness. Her husband's possessive streak was miles wide and she didn't mind it. Her breath seized in her throat when he suddenly pushed in his finger inside her wet hole. "This pie belongs to me," he claimed possessively, shoving his finger deep inside her. Her body tightened around him.

“You’ve been denying me this pussy, Hailey, but it’s mine now. I’ll fuck you as fast or slow as I want. Do you hear me?” “Yes,” I whisper. “You clamp around my cock every time I remind your pussy who it belongs to.” He keeps thrusting, keeps imprinting the feel of him into my very soul. “You like it when I get possessive.” I want to deny it. This feels like a different kind of dangerous. But I can’t deny the truth. “I like feeling owned by you.” Paxton’s expression changes, something flickering in those dark eyes that I can’t put a name to. “I should finish inside you, should send you back to Dimitri all filled up with my come.”

“—will never make me feel like I am.” Her pulse thundered in her ears as his warning hung in the air, every word dripping with possessive menace.

"Declare the marketer's position vacant. Find someone to fill her former role. She's under my wing now," Darien declared, surprising both himself and Hau Lin. Darien froze as he realized what he had just said. Why did his tone come out like that? How could he sound so possessive? Hau Lin was left speechless by Darien's sudden proclamation. While he had sensed a change in Darien since that night he first met the lady who now worked as his assistant, he never expected the man to display possessiveness so quickly.

“You want to come to work with me today, and then stay out until two in the morning listening to me talk about business, all so you can keep an eye on me?” “I’m not keeping an eye on you,” I snapped. “I just want to keep those gold-digging skanks off my man.” The second I used the possessive phrase, his eyes narrowed farther and his eyebrows rose. He held my gaze for a long time, still digesting the statement. A second later, approval entered his gaze. “Your man?” “Yes.” He was the man I slept with every night and the father of my child. To say I was possessive of him was an understatement. Even if Cato turned down all their offers, I didn’t want them to have the opportunity to make a pass t

His nails dug into her soft and smooth skin making her gasp. Porishma whimpered and closed her eyes at their closeness. His chest was pressed to her and she could feel his hardness under his pants. He purposely pressed his chest just to feel her round breast into his body. His hot breaths were coming from his mouth fanning her face. "I'm possessive, Sunshine that I only want you to be with me. I don't want to see you talking to any males, hugging and laughing will be the end of them", He said and captured her lips again but this time not roughly but in passion that showed her as his Possession.

I wouldn’t beg again. But God, the only thing holding my release was his cock. His lips brushed mine once more, softer this time, almost tender. “I will only stop to fuck you until I’m sure you’re bloated with my cum and my child is inside you again.” The possessiveness in his voice was primal. It didn’t sound like lust. It sounded like premium claiming. “You’re not allowed to speak unless I say otherwise,” he warned, punctuating his command by pinching my nipple again.

he says, his voice low, an undercurrent of intensity, "I don't like sharing your time or you." His possessiveness is both endearing and surprising. A small smile plays on my lips as I stir the contents in the pot. "Jealous, are we?" I tease, the air charged with a subtle tension that adds an unspoken layer to our interaction. He leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss that carries the weight of unspoken declarations. In that moment, the kitchen becomes a canvas for emotions painted in the brushstrokes of his possessiveness. "You're mine," he whispers against my lips, a claim that reverberates through the silent corners of the room.

Compliancy runs in my veins and is etched in my muscles. "She's a goddess." Alessio moves closer. "She represents a lot of things along with empowerment." Steps carefree and voice dry, he stops when he's standing so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. "Ask me more about her, Nicole." It's a demand rather than a statement and so utterly powerful that I find my cries quieting down and a small noise escapes my throat urging him to continue. "She was violent and bloodthirsty, defeated many demons that others couldn't."