Possessivo Novelas e Histórias

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.”

"Amelia your mine not anyone else's, so how can I be jealous of what is already mine?" "First I'm not an object, and second use the second definition for jealous," "My intention was not to make you feel like an object and still I don't believe or have suspicions that you are attracted to someone else," he corrected "Use possessive," I said and he frowned bitting the inside of his cheek thinking it over, moving my feet into his lap. "I think possessive is the right way to describe my selfish ways," he mumbled looking back to me, his eyes running over my body.

his grip tightened around her jaw, turning her eyes more watery. "And do not think about taking my possession away from me because Zian Karlson believes in tormenting his belongings on his own rather than sharing it with someone else," he growled, throbbing her heart. So all this while, he was considering her just a thing which he had claimed and wanted to possess.

Possessive. Watching me like he was daring me to look away first.

I try to show him with my actions and gestures that I’m all his. I don’t find his possessive attitude annoying, I have to admit I quite like it. For years I waited for this special person whom I can be possessed of and who would be equally infatuated with me. And now that I have it, I’m planning to thoroughly enjoy it. I’m proud of my mate, he’s fucking gorgeous. I’m happy to show him off and flaunt him on everyone’s face.

Chapter One Hundred Sixteen Assistant Kim's question made Bella's mind freeze instantly. She looked up and asked, "What do you mean?" "Possessiveness is something inherent in every person and every living creature. Even the smallest things, like keeping one's belongings, stem from possessiveness. The concept itself is simple, but when it reaches an extreme, higher and higher, there’s no way to escape or control it. The man you are trying to avoid and run away from, I’m afraid..."

It was clear that he was just as perplexed by the question as I was for the answer. He couldn't fathom why he felt so strongly towards me, especially when he was supposed to despise me. His confusion was clear, evident in the furrow of his brows as he pondered my question. Then, after a few moments of contemplation, his response was both unexpected and possessive. "It's because you're mine," he declared, his voice low and intense. "Anything that falls under my domain and is under my control automatically becomes my possession, and i don'tallow anyoneto touch it except me."

He was still holding me from my waist to keep me steady. He licked my cock slowly through long strides. "Tell me who you belong to? Who owns you?" I didn't say anything and he continued to tease me. I couldn't take it anymore. "Allen, please. Who owns you?" I looked at him and saw the vulnerability in his eyes. "You. Sebestian. You own me." He nearly sobbed and took me back into his mouth. Bobbing his head on me, fuck I was losing it. I couldn't let him stop. I needed to spill.

Probably part of his work. "Honestly, I'm not baby. I'm not". He admits, which is one of the things she loves about him. He may be possessive but he is vocal about his feelings. "What's wrong?". Trina quietly asks, still running her fingers through his hair, paying full attention to him. His hair had always been something that Trina seemed to be fascinated about because no matter how much you run your fingers through it, it seem to always fall back into the pattern it originally was in.

“All working together.” He paused. “One system. One point of control.” Mr Patrick tilted his head slightly. “And what makes this different from what already exists?” he asked. Gabriella didn't hesitate. “It doesn't wait for something to go wrong,” His eyes turned to her. “It anticipates it.” Silence followed. Gabriella felt the shift in the air. This wasn't small talk anymore. “It identifies patterns,” Alexander continued. “Unusual behaviour. Internal inconsistencies.” Mr Patrick’s gaze narrowed slightly.