Romance With Possessive Males Novels & Stories

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

then what's the cause of such behavior of his? Tobias...a playboy, flirty but still girls' number one favorite guy because of his handsome looks and also because he is filthy rich. He is a spoiled brat and brags about himself every chance he gets. Such different personalities...how come they clash together? For what reason? For love or something else? Read to find out the beautiful and thrilling story of Leah and her tamed beast. 18+ *******

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

“Because I knew it was you I wanted—the moment I had you. And I didn’t want to wait months to have you all to myself. I couldn’t stand knowing another male had touched you where only I’m allowed.” “That’s possessive male talk, you know?” He smiles, scooping me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. “When we find our mate, yes—we’re possessive. Only with her. Only with the female who’s ours.”

Her intoxicating scent reached his nostrils and the fact that she smelled like him because of his shampoo she used made him a lot more territorial and possessive over her. The fact that she didn't talk to him for seven fucking days and didn't even let him sleep in his own room made him enough frustrated but now when he saw her so casually with Finn made him feel something far more than rage. Stupidly he wanted her to laugh only for him, smile for him, look at him, just him. He wants her for himself. Just for him. She's his. His Eleanor. "Only for you." He growled and slammed his lips on her soft ones in a hungry, needy, passionate kiss.

"I haven't introduced you to the pack and I don't want any unmarked male staring at you or touching you." She scoffed, "Why?! You think I'm unfaithful!" "No babygirl, I just don't want any males around you okay? Now please don't make a scene right now at 9 am, it's too early for me." He groaned and she huffed. "You think I'm making a scene? Well, what about you? You being jealous of males." She spats. "Men's need to act possessive over their mate, it's called possessiveness and protective." He reasoned.

I leaned in and kissed him—not the gentle, hesitant kisses we’d shared lately, but a kiss that was desperate, hungry, and full of all the truths I couldn't say out loud. ​For a heartbeat, he resisted, his body stiff with the remnants of his anger. Then, with a low growl that vibrated against my lips, he broke. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me so close I could feel the heat of him through the fabric. ​He lifted me onto the bed, his touch possessive and urgent, as if he were trying to memorize the feel of me before I walked out of his life. In the dark of the room, as the city lights blurred outside, I gave him everything. Every touch was an "I'm sorry," and every breath was an "I

"But Roman Vale got exactly what he wanted. He made sure no other pack would take me. First, he stole my future with you, and now? He’s decimated my career." "I cannot believe this!" Willow put her head in her hands, a shaky breath escaping her. What is wrong with him? What kind of madness was he weaving? He couldn't truly have let his possessiveness destroy a man’s livelihood. That arrogant, manipulative prick! "Now you see why I keep telling you he isn't the male for you? You aren't a mate to him, Willow—you’re an obsession. He wanted to possess you at any price. And he has. But mark my words; an obsession is a fleeting thing. Once he’s satisfied his hunger, he’ll discard you like you’re n

Pre-cum soaked through, mixing with her juices, but he pulled back before she could find release. Francis's obsession burned brighter with every gasp she made. "You're so fucking beautiful. Even with this million-dollar view, you outshine it. Men would kill for this, but you're mine. Only mine. I'll kill anyone who tries to get close or even imagines you like this." The possessiveness laced his words, a growl rumbling from his chest as he nipped her folds lightly, finally giving a taste. His tongue delved shallow, circling her entrance without penetrating. He sucked her labia into his mouth, tugging gently at first, then harder.

I said to the salesgirl, sliding over my hard-earned money. She arched a brow, her lips twisting into a smirk. “Saving up, huh? Must be a lucky guy,” she quipped, eyeing my plain jeans and worn sneakers. My cheeks burned. “He’s worth it,” I replied softly, clutching the box tightly as she handed it over. Her laugh lingered behind me as I walked out, but I didn’t care. Tonight, Damon and I will celebrate our love. I could already imagine his surprised smile when I gave him the watch. The thought filled me with warmth, pushing away the teasing of the salesgirl’s words.