He's not that Possessive

He's not that Possessive

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"Fuck them! Fuck your age! You are mine! No one and I say no one else could do or will do the things I will do to you tonight" He whispered softly his voice is firm and anger visible from it. His hands started roaming around my body. It felt so good but I knew I had to stop this before it goes further. I don't want to lose something that a woman could only have once in her life so early. If he truly loves me then he should wait when I'm ready and not like now. He's forcing himself to me. I thought he respects me but no I am so wrong. "Let go of me you jerk!!" Tears ran down my cheeks like waterfalls. I feel so violated. He continued what he was doing but stopped when my sobs got louder. He stopped and then looked at me deeply in the eyes. I sobbed harder when I saw love, regret, jealousy, sadness and anger in his eyes. "I'm sorry" He got off me and picked up his clothes. He exited my room and probably went to his room leaving me crying and again cried myself to sleep.
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**** WARNING*** this book contains graphic details of sexual content and assault and is not appropriate for viewer's under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised! **You have been warned!** He's my obsession now, a drug I crave, and I his. I freely give into the madness, the place he takes me, and I willingly go to forget, forget about how crazy my life is right now, a place where sadness and fear do not exist. The high, unlike anything I've ever felt. Our tongues dancing passionately in rhythm with each other. His finger twisting in my hair pulling, teasing me, the prickling pain part of the high. Our bodies pushing and pulling together like magnets. I rake my finger nails up his back, an animal like sound rough and primal slips from his mouth. I'm naked, sprawled across his bed. Already two orgasms in. He tells me he likes the way my body trembles beneath him. "I'm going to wreck you now Ambrosia." His voice is rough. My inner muscles clench painfully at his words. He spreads me open and slams into me. I moan into the mattress my hands stretched above me; he holds them together as he makes good on his promise. His movements slowly becoming harder, faster, he bites down on my shoulder, the pain quickly forgotten as his lips kiss a trail to my neck, he reaches under me and pinches my swollen clit. His hand fists my hair forcing my head up. "Follow me." His voice is like honey. My body obeys clenching his shaft tight. "That's it." He whispers My body starts to spasm, an orgasm coming up fast until I can no longer hold onto reality, I eagerly let it slip from my fingers until I'm floating. This is what I crave, he is my drug.

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