Romans & histoires 소유욕/집착

I understood more than she realised the reason I liked the women I hooked up with restrained was to stop any chance of attachment growing; it was the same as her needing to be on top. "You no doubt could achieve a nice, gentle climax that begins as a small glow that sparks into a sweet fire. I am confident you would have held on to these guys and had several rising tide-like blossomings that MIGHT even have become waves lapping at you. But let's not pretend they consume you, like the orgasms I give you do! They do not drown you in pure bliss like those I offer, kitten! They merely splash around your ankles meekly."

The way he tells them to me is different from every other person. “I..I..can you stop?” I stuttered and moved away from him. All over my body was shaking from his proximity. Does that happen too?. I'm I suppose to always want him? “That's the wolf bond. It connects us and would always make your mate attractive to you. It now depends on you if you want it or not. Though I'm surprised how you feel it since you are human”

I cringed at the thought that it was bothering me, when it should be completely normal for him to go out with the guys if he wanted to. But our mate bond had me as possessive over him as he was over me. There was a part of me that was darkness too. Apart of me that had a thrill running down my spine everytime his possessive nature reared its head. That craved it and pushed him until it did, until it consumed me. *It's the pull of the blood bond.* My wolf whined. *Let him possess you. He is ours.*

It’s like he’s trying to make up for the fact that we haven’t been able to mark her, to make her ours in the way that really matters. Since that night, I’ve had the urge to suddenly press Avery against the wall, kiss her out of nowhere, just because I can’t control my need around her. Every time we’ve made love, it’s been with a desperation that I can’t shake. It’s like I’m driven by some primal need to claim her, to make her mine in every way possible. And it’s not just my need—it’s hers too. I was glad to find that Valkar’s aggressive displays of affection seemed to be calming her down too.

I was restless and moody the entire time. I’m like an addict, and the worst is that the only thing I crave for her isn’t her blood. Her body attracts me powerfully. The memory of her nakedness,her delicious skin, her moans, her passionate kisses drive me crazy. I roar in helplessness. Yolie:

Wanting to give her this thing she's been deprived of. Those urges are a warning sign that this girl is creeping into uncharted territory. I learned a long time ago that personal attachments are a weakness. A desire for affection, connection with another person, only leads to disappointment. So I need to remind her that's not going to happen—and remind myself in the process. It's for both of our own good.

"I only want my marks on you. You're made only for me to touch...you belong to me!" He was possessive of her. He said while biting and sucking her neck roughly. He was making sure to print her body with his marks. He wanted to witness only his marks on her beautiful milky skin. He knew he was jealous, but he had always been possessive about his things and Eva was his wife…one and only wife. The wife he never wanted who was making him crazy for her, but she didn't know at all. In her case, his possessiveness doubled as he started to feel things for his little innocent wife and the thing he had for her was obsession and for him, what was wrong with obsessing over his wife. She's his and he can

The feeling of being secured and safe, the feeling of belonging and being owned, these feelings multiply in multiple folds. And when he wants you. When he looks at you like he wants to eat you. When he focuses on you like you're the only one that exists in this big world. It's like a vampire hypnotizing its prey. There is no escaping it. you are willing to let him do whatever he wants. Even if he is hurting you, you don't want him to stop. Not because you like getting hurt, but somehow, you believe he loves and owns you and has the right to do whatever he wants to you. If getting hurt means having him around for longer, then so be it.

Adam shot back. Adam's words dripped with a toxic mixture of resentment and possessiveness, his emotions a turbulent storm swirling just beneath the surface. The very idea of another man encroaching upon what he viewed as his territory sent waves of possessiveness crashing over him, igniting a primal instinct to defend what he believed belonged to him and him alone.

And pulled him. "please what?" " I want you." " you have me." I want to slap this man. I want bit him with my bare hands God fuck him. "No,"I cry out but of course, he doesn't stop. I claw at his scalp is my desire mounting out of control. I wriggle my hips restlessly in his posssive hold, desperately trying to break free. I Give his hair another hard tug, jerking his body up right to me. If I tug any harder I could rip his hair out. I hear him chuckle, but it doesn't the trick. I take a step back out of his reach, and only then he released his hold on my hips with the great reluctance.