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Her heart was beating rapidly as a playful smile escaped his lips. "Of course, my love." He presses his lips onto her. Her lips was ever so sweet, he had never gotten tired of tasting them. Parting was the hardest part, Clara had to be the one doing so. "I love you, don't you ever forget that." He put both of his hands on her cheeks. Clara closed her eyes, and felt the warmth of his body. He removed his hand and touched her shoulder, wrapping his strong arms around her, gradually moving it around her back. Yet his grip remained firm and possessive. He wanted to mark her, to share to the world who she belonged to. Clara was his. Only his. "I love you too, Raphael."

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.

Finally controlling his excitement he placed his forehead on hers hugging her body. “I love you so much Baby I promise I will give you and my child every kind of happiness.” She smiled at his words and kiss his cheek. “I know Damon you will be a great father. I love you too.” They both smiled happily before enjoying the moment with each other. That was the moment he knew indeed miracles happen. Like. How her innocence won against his demons and turned her. From Damon’s Possession to Damon’s one and only Love His demons made her his possession but his love won against them and turned her to his queen. The queen who rules on his heart.

Jake, standing beside him, echoed the sentiment, his own eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. "We’re ours, Lila. All of us. Forever. You are the center of our world, the very air we breathe. To think we would willingly leave you is an absurdity." The possessive “ours” hung in the air, a declaration of their unified intent. It wasn’t just a word; it was a brand, a mark of ownership that resonated deep within Lila’s soul. It was a promise of safety, of unwavering devotion, a fortress against the anxieties that gnawed at her. They were hers, and she was theirs, a trinity forged in desire and unbreakable loyalty.

It's not like I wanted him to, but it was so strange. “I want to own you, Princess. I want all of you, your body, your soul, your heart and your mind. I want you to be mine both before God and the law. Then nobody will be able to take you away from me.” Roman says in a growly possessive tone that shouldn't send the thrills of shock and pleasure it sends down my spine. I must be seriously losing my touch. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and I sit up straighter, almost at eye level with him now.

Maybe at Shanice place. After sating her hunger, she hopped onto her bed. As a routine, she grabbed her novel from the table, parted the book to where she had left off last night, and began reading. She loved reading romance novels. The MLs in these books are so different than the real-life men. The love they show feels so pure. She wondered if she would ever get to experience that kind of love. The thought caused her feeling giddy. She wants her man to be possessive, a little bit obsessive, and hella romantic. Someone who will kiss the ground she walks on. Someone who will choose her and only her every time. She will be his first choice.

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,

My novel—the story of a woman reclaiming her dignity from a world that tried to buy her—was becoming the very weapon I needed. ​As the sun set over the Alps, casting long, purple shadows across my study, I felt a surge of quiet power. I was building an empire of words, and the foundation was so strong that not even the Beckett name could shake it. I was no longer hiding; I was ascending. And the best part was that the man who thought he knew my price was now just another reader, probably wondering who the woman behind the "L.L. Ni" pen name truly was.

He said, breathing heavily, and waited for her answer. She nodded, closed her eyes, and the next thing that happened in history. – Please support my new novel. It's a Fantasy Romance– Female Lead with a different, intriguing twist. I hope you'll like it, and reviews are highly appreciated. Thank you and keep safe always butterflies! Love y'all.