Possessive Vampire Romance Novels & Stories

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

And now here was Dax, the dirtiest, most possessive vampire in this hellhole, and I just knew what he was after. “Let me guess,” I deadpanned, refusing to flinch, “You want a kiss too?” He grinned, slow and devilish, fingers tracing a line down my jaw to my throat where my pulse was rabbiting against his touch. “Oh, I love how direct you are, mate, but I want more than a kiss. I want you... want every damn inch, every moan, every drop of blood, every ounce of that attitude. I want to ruin you for every other man, even those cursed mates of yours.”

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

“Don’t you?” His jaw tightens. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I laugh. “Careful, wolf. Lying to a vampire is insulting.” He exhales sharply, shoulders squaring. “Why are you here?” “Because you’re tied to what’s mine,” I say flatly. That does it. His eyes blaze. “She’s not a possession.” “No,” I agree, voice cold. “She’s a choice. One you don’t seem capable of making.”

She was relentless, possessive and her free hand digging nails into his thigh as if marking territory, while her eyes locked on his, daring him to look away. "You taste like sin," she murmured, pulling off with a wet pop only to lick him broad and flat, from balls to tip. "My sin. My vampire prince, all tied up and leaking for me. I own this cock now, every vein, every pulse. Feel how it swells in my mouth? That's because it knows who it belongs to." She dove back down, taking him deeper this time, throat relaxing to swallow him whole. The suction was fierce, pulling moans from him he couldn't stifle, long, drawn-out sounds that echoed his helplessness. She bobbed faster now, cheeks hollowin

Damon says, looking deeply into my eyes, “But on a deeper level, I love knowing I’m inside of her. Not to fuck her, just because I belong in there. It’s about possession.” “Of course it is,” Aiden murmurs with an amused chuckle, “I’m not judging. I think it’s… romantic. I wouldn’t have expected it from you.” “That’s me, Mr Romance,” Damon responds with a smirk, his hands touching my ass possessively. Aiden lifts a hand to caress my arm, so I lean closer to him and purse my lips until Aiden gets the hint and he leans closer to kiss me. “You’re so cute,” he says against my lips, “So damn cute.”

His skin was so soft and soothing under mine, and I felt the urge to tighten my hold on him. We both explored each other's mouths, like two souls hungry for each other. My nails dug into his back, making him groan into my mouth, which caused an increase in the heat between my legs. “Stop me if you want Ophelia. I can only control myself now” He said as he moved his mouth to my neck, feasting on it like a hungry vampire. His kiss was possessive, his touch was possessive, and his eyes were possessive. The sight was too beautiful to back out at this moment.

I’m mean and twisted by the scars of my past. I don’t know how to be soft or romantic. My love is kind of possessive, fueled by a primal need to protect what I held dear and keep what is mine to myself. I am a jealous lover, I don’t know what I’ll do if I find out she is seeing another man. I thought of a way to keep her under my control and keep a close eye on her. Stalking her won’t always work, she could see me someday and call the cops on me.

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

His forehead presses against my chest, and I wrap my arm around him, holding him still as I glare at Nate. "Fuck off before I blow your brains out." Nate takes off in a sprint, his tail between his legs. I tuck my gun into my pocket, my attention focusing on the person still pressed against me. "You're acting possessive, straight boy," Jasper says, his voice muffled against my chest. I smile, my fingers instinctively reaching out to caress his hair softly. "Shut up, loser." You're mine.