Adaptation

Adaptation

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Loving her, so much, she literally made me go crazy. Every second, minute, hour, of the day, every day, I crave her touch, scent, her voice, every time I'm away from her. My fingers itch just to touch her, make love to her... I will kill anyone who comes near her, put their hands on her, or hurt her. She is mine, and only mine. Sometimes I know she will try to ignore me, she says I can be a bother, but I cant help I want to be with her. I know that she likes me. Her touch and kiss make it obvious. She would always look at me with no hesitation, and tell me, "Baby, it's yours". And I tell her, "You need to own that shit" I know she only tells me things that I want to hear. And I'm oblivious to what I need to hear. I love her, but she only likes me. And knowing that she doesn't love you back, makes it worse... -Chresanto August
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She belongs to him-and he makes sure she never forgets. He's dominant, possessive, and absolutely obsessed. When he wants her, he takes her. Hard. Rough. No questions asked. And she gives in to the heat, the punishment, the addiction of being owned by a man who doesn't share. But power is a dangerous drug-and she wants her own fix. In the aftermath of one night where he ruins her body, she takes control the next morning. Teasing. Taming. Turning the tables. Because if he thinks he owns her completely... She's ready to show him that two can play dirty. Their love isn't soft-it's savage. It's hands against walls, lips that bruise, and moans that never sound like mercy. It's sex laced with war, obsession dripping with need. And neither one of them will surrender.

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