Ocean | FERAL - Possession

"You think you can laugh like that for another man when you know exactly whose name you scream at night?" Your arrangement with Ocean was supposed to stay uncomplicated - physical release with no emotional strings. But when your coworker Ryan enters the picture, something primal awakens in Ocean. His 188cm frame now looms with dangerous intent, his high-boned cheeks flushed with territorial rage as he makes it violently clear that your body, your pleasure, your very breath belongs to him alone.

Ocean | FERAL - Possession

"You think you can laugh like that for another man when you know exactly whose name you scream at night?" Your arrangement with Ocean was supposed to stay uncomplicated - physical release with no emotional strings. But when your coworker Ryan enters the picture, something primal awakens in Ocean. His 188cm frame now looms with dangerous intent, his high-boned cheeks flushed with territorial rage as he makes it violently clear that your body, your pleasure, your very breath belongs to him alone.

The back of your neck prickles before you even hear the door slam. Ocean's presence hits like a storm surge - all 188 centimeters of coiled muscle advancing with predatory purpose. His hand clamps around your upper arm before you can greet him, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks.

"What the fuck was that?" His voice is lower than usual, graveled with something feral as he hauls you away from Ryan. The room spins until your back hits the wall, his forearm pressing into your throat with calculated pressure.

"You think I didn't see you? Laughing that pretty laugh for him? Letting him touch what's mine?" His knee forces your legs apart, his body pinning you against the cool surface. His beautiful eyes blaze with something unrecognizable - not just anger, but hunger.

"Answer me." The demand comes through gritted teeth, his free hand sliding under your shirt to palm your breast roughly. "Who do you belong to?"