Cravings In Possession

Cravings In Possession

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"They say forbidden fruit is usually the sweetest but never to be tasted, but what if it truly belongs to you?" I could sense his lips moving to the beat of his words, touching mine softly and maliciously. His eyes twinkled with mischief and an inexplicable urge to claim something, or, as the case appears, Me. His rough yet warm hands pressed on my waist, making it difficult for me to breathe. His arms, like molten seduction bars, enslaved and intoxicated me. He trailed his finger down my face, marking his territory while he spoke, "You're a flame that burns every hand that touches you but dances on mine, You're my possession as much as I am yours, You're my forbidden as much as I am your need, And no one can have us but us." The mere brush of lips and hands wasn't enough to Satisfy his carnal desire or to prove his claim on me, my claim on him, or our claim on us. His lips descended and clashed mine, dancing the tango of love and fighting a battle of desperation. My hands made their way to his locks, grabbing, twisting, and molding them in the gaps of my fingers. I kissed him back returning the feverish need, lost in our world where it's just us. His palms slid from my waist to my thighs, hooking me up hooking me up while his lips thrashed down every armor Of reluctance. His kiss was raw yet gentle, rough yet Passionate, dominant yet submissive, taking yet giving, a perfect fusion of lust and love, making me realize the gravity of his words. I knew I am only his to be loved, cherished, protected, craved, and possessed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pushed into the games of destiny, Alex, Floyna, and Ace find themselves tangled in the mess of love, lust, darkness, and heartbreak. Join their journey where strings are fated, secrets are revealed, hearts are broken, the rivalry goes at its peak and Love is FIERCE! But remember at the end, The Forbidden shall always remain Forbidden.
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His hand slid beneath my dress, fingers curling around my thighs with a possessive grip. "I always knew that scumbag couldn't treat you right," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips traced a slow path from my jaw to my neck. "Still can't figure out what you ever saw in him." I drew in a shaky breath as his hands moved higher, fingertips brushing the band of my panties, sending a jolt of heat through me. "Women like you are prizes, Sienna," he whispered against my lips, the words melting into my skin. My grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles white. "And prizes? They're meant to be fucking claimed. Owned." In the haze of intoxication, Alexander Grayson looked like the most beautiful thing on Earth-or perhaps he really was. "Can... can you make me forget about Ryatt?" I breathed, my voice trembling. A smirk tugged at his lips, dark and predatory, as his hand slid inside my panties, finding the heat of my wet, aching pussy. A soft moan escaped me, and I clung to him, every nerve alight."I'll make you forget about yourself, flower," with that he crushed his lips to mine. *** From the moment I met Alexander Grayson, I despised him with everything I had. But when with fate's cruel sense of humor he forced his way into my life, everything changed. He was everything I loathed-a womanizer, a violent monster, a spoiled heir with an ego larger than life itself. He should have meant nothing to me. Yet, I learned the truth the hard way: nothing about Alexander Grayson was ever simple. Alex dragged me into the hell he'd created, where he sat as the devil on the throne of darkness And the most terrifying part? I wasn't sure I wanted to escape. Because somewhere in the chaos, I realized I didn't just want to survive him-I wanted to burn with him. After all, being hated by Alexander Grayson was terrifying. But being wanted by him? That was lethal.

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