possessive

Oh, he did look like a deity _ the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.

Creative people neither like to be possessive nor like to be possessed.

I am yours,_ she whispered. The words cut like knives, barely out of her mouth before he stole them, sealing them with his own lips.

They'll say you are bador perhaps you are mador at least you should stay undercover.Your mind must be bareif you would dareto think you can love more than one lover.

You've invaded my mind and I can't get you out of it," he accused with discernible disdain. She avoided looking at him and said, "Then you should forget." "Forget?" he thundered,"EVERYTHING reminds me of you!" She turned to confront him, slowing lifting her eyes to meet the disgust in his. "That's not my doing," she countered, "That's your doing and you are the only one who can control it.

I like the idea of you on an island...""Oh...why's that?" She's squinting up at me, her eyes brighter than the sea in the setting sun."I could keep you all to myself. You'd be trapped, only able to come and go as I please...I'd be your Caesar..."She laughs and reaches her hand out to me, "Don't you already have that power...without need of a sea?

Acting so obviously submissive to Max around strangers, I felt a lot of humiliation. The looks from people, the comments. But I also felt this strange sense of pride. I am his possession, his property. And I'm proud of that. I'm proud of how happy I make him.

He flexed his fingers and fought the urge to put his hand on her stomach. It was a possessivegesture, and he felt a little bit possessive

I no longer fear the pain...I fear no release from this torture...knowing that I've hurt him and he can't forgive me...that he won't be able to make me his good girl again.

He seemed like the type that kept people at arm's length, maybe out of arrogance or maybe from personal choice- either way, I wanted to know him so that those eyes were narrowed and focused solely on me.

You chase off every man that__ ever been interested, and you do it without even trying.

I don't want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine.

In public, you__e Joss Butler. Cool, self-possessed. In bed, you__e Jocelyn Butler__ou__e hot, babe. Uncontrolled. Needy. Sweet,_ he breathed. __ like that I know that. I don__ like the fact that other men do too.

Want my spend, Precious?" Shane shuddered, the pleasure from his ass streaking to his balls and then to his untouched cock."Please. Yes. I--""I would give you the world.

Pleasure and pain.That was my Melody.She was my poisonso toxic, when sampled,yet,so sweet...

After a few seconds of scraping, I_realize_what he has isn__ a trail, it__ a whole forest! Ack! Weren__ all men supposed to shave their chest and stuff nowadays? Whatever happened to having fuzz-free Hollywood heroes as role models? At least my embarrassment is completely foregone by the irritation at his lack of upkeep._The only thing distracting me now is that heady mix of musk, shaving cream and a distinctly_male scent. And God knows that is one seriously_jeopardizing_distraction. Especially with a whizzing needle in one__ hand.

And I wake up happy, baby, because I possess beauty and I own that beauty in all the forms it can take and the least important of those are physical.

Wars fought over a face like this,_ he murmured like he was talking to himself, my heart stopped beating and his thumbs moved lightly across my cheeks. __ man would work himself into the ground for it, go down to his knees to beg to keep it, endure torture to protect it, take a bullet for it,_ his eyes came to mine, __oison his brother to possess a face like this.