Possessive Sex Novels & Stories

Not distant either. Celeste flipped through another folder enthusiastically. “So,” she said brightly, “have you two discussed the theme you want for the ceremony?” Gabriella glanced briefly at Alexander. Alexander glanced briefly at her. Then both looked back at Celeste. “No,” they answered simultaneously. Celeste laughed lightly. “Well, that’s perfectly alright. That’s what I’m here for.” Gabriella crossed her legs at the ankle as Celeste continued talking. “Some couples prefer intimate elegance,” Celeste said. “Others want something grand and unforgettable.”

I felt his hands on my thighs, as he suddenly kissed me, making me surprise. I’m I a sex slave now? And before I could process what was going to happen next, I suddenly felt his hands on my boobs, making me moan in pleasure. Was that my voice, I sounded like I was being possessed. He kissed my neck and I was surprised to find myself itching near him. What was happening to me? I’ve never responded in such a way to anyone’s touch.

"Our pack members are uncomfortable." "Nonsense we are werewolf, they understand." He said while making his hands travel from my legs to my core. I hit his hand but he just growled at me. "Don't do that. My wolf is itching to touch you more and more. We are becoming more and more possessive and aggressive at the same time." "But I'm yours and I'm not going away." "You can say that but we feel different. Stallion feels different. We lost our mate once; we don't want to happen that again."

He sighed, “baby I don’t want to talk about this tonight.” Looking up at him, “I thought that’s why you wanted me to come over?” Lucas looked over at me before shaking his head, “no when I first asked you it was because I wanted to fuck you and make you remember who you belong to.” I swallowed, “and now?” He shrugged, “I told you we didn’t have to have sex, but you and I both know it will happen.”

Elies couldn’t walk down the hallway without hearing whispers and seeing curious stares. She found refuge at her usual table with Jenna, who was doing her best to cheer her up. “Honestly, Damien’s possessiveness is kind of… hot,” Jenna admitted, earning a glare from Elies. “I’m just saying! He’s like one of those brooding bad boys in romance novels.” “He’s insufferable,” Elies muttered, stabbing her salad with unnecessary force. “Maybe,” Jenna said with a shrug. “But he’s clearly into you.” “That doesn’t make it okay,” Elies argued.

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

My legs wrapped around his as he enters me slowly, this time he is gentle knowing I am already sore. I scream as he fucks me under the moonlight, with the stars in between, the pressure against my inner walls became more and more as his girth stretched me"That's it, Darling. Take, it. And get fucking used to it, because I'll be shoving my cock inside this sweet body of yours every chance I have." A whimper rolled over my lips, my body shaking and quivering with his possessive words, my thighs wrapped around him tightly, my nails digging into his back.

“Say another word and I’ll rip your tongue out and feed it to you.” “Alright, alright.” He holds his hands up, placating. “Relax. Just saying, she’s…something.” “She’s mine.” “Obviously,” he mutters, then clears his throat and drops the grin. “Look, I didn’t come here to flirt with your pet. We’ve got shit to talk about, big shit, you’re gonna want eyes on this.”

Having her say she belongs to me every time I fuck her somehow matters to me. Her admission has a way of causing inexplicable possessiveness veering into madness takes hold of me, and I always want to feel that way when I’m fucking her, claiming her and owning every part of her. Including her moans and whimpers. “Please…please…I want to cum.” “Not until you say that your cunt is mine.” “Jordan…please let me cum just once, please…” “Just say the magic word and I’ll let you cum all you want.”

“This pussy is mine. This body is mine. You’re fucking mine, Roxette DeLacour. Don’t you ever forget it again or I’ll belt your ass until you can’t sit for a week and fuck you raw every night until you remember.” With a deep, guttural roar he slammed into the root and came like a flood—thick, hot ropes of cum jetting deep inside me, filling me until I felt it leaking out around his cock in creamy rivulets. He kept grinding, pushing every drop as far as it would go, marking me from the inside out like the possessive animal he was. I collapsed boneless onto the bed, sobbing quietly, ass blazing with heat, pussy pulsing and overflowing with his seed, completely wrecked and owned.