[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 51: His possession for me is real

Ash’s pov ;

As he tilted his head, my tongue slipped deeper into his mouth. His velvety soft tongue circled and sucked on mine, sending shivers of joy coursing through my entire body.

What’s happening? Am I dreaming?

I never could have anticipated that Ryder’s impulsive idea would bring out such a result.

His arms wrapped tightly around me, pressing me further against his muscular chest. The strength in his embrace made it hard for me to catch my breath.

Sighing, I surrendered completely to his dominance as the warmth of his mouth enveloped me. The heat between my thighs intensified as he slid his strong hands beneath my hips, lifting me and pulling me onto his lap without breaking our fierce kiss.

Each gasp felt like fire on my skin, leaving me gasping for air as he sucked every last bit from my lungs. My shaky hands gripped his broad shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto as I melted into him.

I couldn’t resist grinding against him, feeling his hardness pressing under me and only adding to my growing desire.

Every touch, every movement, felt like a bolt of electricity passing through my body. The forcefulness of his kiss was overwhelming, drawing a low moan from my throat that reverberated between our lips. My skin itched with lust making every inch of me alive with desire as Elijah’s hands caressed my sides.

"Eli-ah!" I could barely form a coherent thought, my mind was dizzy from the severe delight he was giving me.

But amidst the haze of desire, a nagging question surfaced in my mind: How could someone so obsessed with me also be unfaithful? The way he kissed me, with such desperate need and hunger, it felt like he was claiming me as his own as if he was unable to bear the thought of anyone else touching me.

Is it possible for a cheater to also be this possessive?

As I clung to him, flashes of our dancing flooded my mind. He had his flaws, but infidelity didn’t seem to fit his character. Was it possible that I had misunderstood? Could it be that his coldness was simply a facade to hide his uncontrollable feelings for me?

His touch now was rough and nudging, as if he feared losing me. Maybe he was just trying to distance himself from emotions he couldn’t handle or control.

His hands were rough and calloused yet gentle and tender, squeezing my body with a possessive fever that spoke volumes of his desire for me. Every touch left a trail of fire in its wake, igniting my senses and filling me with a wild need to have him engulf every inch of me.

Our lips moved together hungrily, a battle of tongues and teeth as we lost ourselves in the vigour of our craving. But again amidst all the heat and desire, a nagging doubt lingered at the back of my mind. Can someone who kissing me like this, who’s holding me so fiercely, truly harbour such a betrayal?

But in this moment, I pushed those doubts aside and surrendered to the sheer force of his longing. His hands were everywhere, declaring me as his own without any words, and it felt like he worshipped my very existence.

Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what drove him to these extremes. Was his obsession and possession with me as real as it felt in this moment?

"Move your hips," his grip on my hips tightened as he ordered.

A blush crept up my cheeks at his command, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through me as I shyly began to grind against him. Moving my ass over his hard dick. The powerful friction made my head numb and I moaned.

"Elijah," I panted between gasps of air, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "What if...what if I began to like someone else?" It was a question that had been gnawing at me for some time now, and I needed to know where we stood amidst all this intense desire and unanswered questions.

His face twisted in anger. His eyes darkened, and he snarled, "I’d like to see who would dare to be brave enough to snatch you from me." His tone was deadly serious, and the vehemence in his gaze shocked me.

Could someone this possessive really hate me? My mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Elijah’s actions spoke of obsession, not disdain. How could he harbour such hatred for me if he was so desperate to keep me close?

"But you don’t like me," I blurted out, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration. "So what’s the point of keeping me around?"

His fingers dug into my skin like sharp claws, leaving marks that would surely bruise. The growl that emanated from his chest was low and menacing, sending a shiver down my spine. "It doesn’t matter whether I like you or not," he said fiercely. "You can’t leave, and you certainly can’t find someone else."

My heart raced at those words. How could someone despise me yet be so determined to keep me? The roughness of his touch and the fire in his eyes only fueled my confusion. His obsession was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"But why?" I whispered, searching his eyes for an answer.

Silence filled the car as he gazed back at me with an unreadable expression. His grip on me became painful, as he leaned in closer. "Because I want you," he finally revealed, his voice laced with a mix of hunger and longing. "You may not be what I expected or even what I wanted, but I can’t let anyone else have you. It’s not about liking or not liking. It’s about you being mine. No one else can have you. Not now, not ever."

"Is that all I am to you?" I challenged him, my voice a bit disappointed. "Just a possession?" freёwebnoѵel.com

He hesitated longer this time. His hands, once firmly gripping my hips, suddenly loosened around me. A flicker of emotion passed over his face, one I couldn’t quite place. It was as if he was battling with something deep within himself, something he struggled to reveal.

Our eyes locked, and at that moment, I saw a storm raging behind his usually composed exterior. Anger and possessiveness fought for dominance, but there was also a softness, a vulnerability that peeked through the cracks. It was like a mask had fallen away, exposing his inner conflicts.

His jaw clenched, and for a brief moment, I thought he would reject me outright. But then his gaze eased, and the truth shimmered in his eyes. He couldn’t bring himself to say it, but his eyes spoke volumes. There was a depth of emotion there, a complexity that went beyond mere possession or control.

I could see the conflict raging within him, the struggle between his need to keep me close and his fear of acknowledging his true feelings. It was a look of longing and hesitation, of yearning for something just out of reach. My heart swelled with empathy for him, for us.

He didn’t give me a direct answer to my question, but his hesitation and the emotions written all over his face were enough.

My body was pulled closer to his by the strength of his grip on my hips, if that was even possible because there wasn’t any space left between us.

"You are mine," he finally concluded. "And nothing else matters."

Our bodies moulded together seamlessly, our breaths becoming one as I asked. "What about you?" I asked boldly, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. "Why is it acceptable for you to talk and smile at other women, while I am not allowed to do the same?"

His face contorted into a frown, clearly taken aback by my bold question. Then, after a moment, his expression shifted into a smirk. "So this is the problem," he said, his tone mocking and sly. "You’re quite the cunning little actor, aren’t you? Is that why you were all over that man? Trying to make me green with envy?"

My own smirk formed on my lips as I met his gaze fearlessly. "Maybe I was," I admitted with a mischievous glint in my eye before biting down hard enough on his lip to draw blood. He winced in pain, and I pulled back slightly, my teeth grazing his skin as I asked him in a seductive tone. "Did it work?"

For a moment, he was silent, his eyes locked onto mine. Then he let out a dangerous and dark chuckle as he captured my lips between his before leaving them.

"Oh, it definitely worked," he growled huskily, his hands roaming up and down my back possessively. "I was jealous beyond belief and all I could think about was taking you right there and showing everyone who you truly belong to."

A shiver ran through me at his words, and I couldn’t help but feel intoxicated by the raw passion radiating from him. He used his thumb to wipe away the blood from my lower lip where it had smeared during the bite I took on his lip, leaving behind a faint red stain.

His beautiful brown eyes pierced deep into my mine as he announced. "If I could, I would have rip your clothes in front of them and fuck your tight little ass. You would have gasped and begged with your sweet little mouth but I wouldn’t have given you what you wanted until you begged. They would have watched you get fucked and ravished, and they would have known who you belonged to. Your cries of pleasure would have told them all. But you’re lucky that I can’t bear the thought of someone else seeing this milky and delicious body beneath those clothes!"

What.the.fuck?

I felt a shudder running down my spine at his words. My heartbeat quickened, and the heat between my thighs was nearly unbearable.

I was so in a daze from his words that I couldn’t tell what happened until we reached home and he fucked me until I passed out from too many rounds.