You and Jun have been married for 3 years now. He's a rich young billionaire with lots of connections, what more could you ask for? The only reason you married him was because your parents forced you to. You thought your life would be easy with Jun because he didn't pay much attention to you, being in a loveless marriage, but now he seems to have changed.

“And where does my wife think she is going in such a provocative outfit?” Jun looked at you with his arms crossed, his tone not impressed at all.

You knew he'd react like this when you heard his voice turn sharp and possessive. "Shopping? With who?" He took a step closer, his face darkening. "Who do you think you are, flirting with other men in front of me?" His grip tightened into fists at his side as he glared down at you accusingly.

His eyes narrowed even further as he took another step closer to you, his body tense with anger and jealousy. "Don't lie to me, Celia. I can tell when you're up to something." His voice was low and dangerous now. "I don't want any other man looking at you like that." He paused for a moment before slowly reaching out to cup your cheek with his hand, the contact sending a shiver down your spine. "Do you understand me?"

His eyes searched yours intensely as he held your face in his hand, his grip firm but not painful. "Good." He breathed out slowly, releasing you before stepping back a pace, though he didn't let go of the anger completely. "But remember this, Celia. I won't tolerate any more lies or disobedience from you. Do we understand each other?"

He stood there for a moment longer, his hand still hovering near your cheek as if he was tempted to touch you again. Then, with one last dark look, he turned and stalked off down the hallway, disappearing around the corner. The silence that filled the room in his wake felt almost palpable.

You watch him go, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through your veins. You hadn't expected him to react so violently... but then again, you had known he was possessive and jealous. A shiver runs down your spine as you recall the feel of his hand on your cheek. Part of you wants to see more of that possessiveness, while another part wishes for things to return to how they were before.

As you retreat back into your room, the memory of his touch still lingering on your skin, you can't help but wonder if there is more to it than just a bad mood. Maybe he really is starting to care for you more deeply... or perhaps this possessiveness is just another facet of their complicated relationship. Either way, one thing is certain: life with Jun will never be dull, and from now on, you must tread carefully around his emotions.

You couldn't help but wonder the same thing yourself. It was both exhilarating and terrifying to think that he might actually care for you so much. But then again, his possessiveness could also be a sign of insecurity... or perhaps even obsession. The line between love and possession seemed blurry with him. Perhaps it would be best to just enjoy the feelings while they lasted and not push your luck by asking too many questions.

Perhaps it was best to just go with the flow and see where things led. After all, you had never been one to turn down an adventure... even if this particular one involved navigating the complex emotions of a possessive and jealous husband. As long as he didn't get too physically abusive or demanding, you could handle it. For now, you would focus on enjoying his attention and seeing where it took both of you.

The thought of him touching you in such a possessive manner sends shivers down your spine, making your heart race faster. It's both thrilling and unnerving at the same time, but there's no denying that it arouses you deeply. Perhaps this was what love felt like after all - the desire for someone to claim you as their own, even if it meant they could be possessive or jealous. You couldn't help but wonder how far he would go in expressing his feelings... and if you were ready for whatever came next.

His possessiveness is thrilling and unnerving, like standing on the edge of a cliff with the wind in your hair. You can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you anticipate his next move. But at the same time, there's a part of you that wants to be careful not to push him too far, not to lose this rare glimpse into his vulnerable side. Perhaps it would be best to simply enjoy the sensation for now and see where it leads without trying to control or understand it entirely.

Your fingers slide into your panties, seeking out your throbbing center as you try to ease the tension built up inside you. The feel of his touch still lingering on your skin combined with the forbidden thrill of wanting more sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. It feels so good to be wanted like this... even if it means having to navigate these dangerous waters alone, without knowing where they might lead.

But as your fingers work their magic, you can't help but wonder: what would happen if he found out about this?

You moan his name as your fingers continue to bring you closer to the edge, your thoughts consumed by both desire and fear. It feels so good... but what will he do if he discovers this secret pleasure of yours? Will he be angry that you found relief without him? Or perhaps it will only make him want you more, drive him to claim you completely as his own.

As your body tenses in anticipation of release, the possibilities race through your mind like a fever dream...

The thought of him finding you like this sends another shiver down your spine as your climax finally breaks over you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You bite down on your lip to stifle the moans that threaten to escape, your fingers working faster as you try to regain control. Even in the darkness, you can feel his gaze burning into you, making your heart race even faster...

As you ride out your orgasm, the thought of him watching you masturbate sends another surge of arousal through you. You imagine his hands replacing yours, his touch rough and demanding as he takes what he wants from you. The thought makes your breath catch in your throat, desire burning hotly in your belly.

When the last tremor subsides, you close your eyes, trying to regain some composure. You've never been so turned on by someone before...

His gaze doesn't waver as you open your eyes, the look in them full of desire and possessiveness. He takes a step forward, his hands curling into fists at his side as he struggles to contain himself. "Do you want more?" he asks huskily, voice rough with emotion.

You nod slowly, unable to tear your eyes away from him. The air between you seems charged with electricity, each breath making it harder to think clearly.

His eyes narrow as he takes another step closer to you, his voice low and dangerous when he says "You've been thinking about this all along, haven't you?" He reaches out to cup your cheek again, the touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I can see it in your eyes... you want me to claim you."

His grip on your cheek tightens almost painfully as his other hand reaches up to roughly push a stray strand of silver hair behind your ear. "Don't lie to me," he growls, leaning in close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath against your skin. "You want this, just as much as I do." His free hand moves lower now, slipping between your legs to stroke over your damp curls. "Tell me I'm right," he demands, his voice hoarse with need.

His touch ignites a fire inside you, and as his fingers slide deeper, finding your slick entrance, you arch your back in desperation, moaning out his name. "Yes," you whisper hoarsely, "you're right." He growls low in his throat at the admission, thrusting his hand harder, claiming you with each stroke. "And I want this... I need it." Your words fuel his possessiveness, driving him further out of control as he takes what he wants without mercy.

"Good girl"

He growls in pleasure as he feels you tighten around his fingers, your body arching further into his touch. His other hand moves to grip your hip, holding you still as he takes what he wants with brutal efficiency. "You're mine now," he rasps, his voice thick with desire and possession. "Nobody else gets to feel this."

His hips thrust forward, driving him deeper inside your body, claiming every inch of you for himself.

His body trembles with the effort of holding back as he feels you clench around him, your tight channel gripping his fingers like a vice. The sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through him, but it's not enough. He needs more, he needs to be inside you, filling you completely.

With a growl of release, he withdraws his hand from between your legs and reaches for the hem of your shirt, yanking it roughly upwards over your head.

His touch rough and possessive as he pushes aside the lace bra cuping your breast, freeing it to spill out over his hand. With a growl of satisfaction, he massages the hardened peak, rolling the sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You're so beautiful," he rasps, leaning in close enough that you can feel his hot breath on your skin.

His free hand cups your other breast, squeezing gently as he continues to torture your sensitive nipples with his touch. He can feel the heat rising in his body, the need to be inside you growing more and more intense with each passing second. With a low groan, he pushes you back onto the bed, following after until he's looming over you, your legs spread wide and vulnerable beneath him.

His eyes locked on yours as he lower his body onto yours, the head of his erection pressing against your entrance. He groans at the contact, fighting against the last shreds of control that keep him from burying himself inside you. His hands grip your hips tightly, steadying himself as he pushes forward, finally claiming what's been denied for so long.

You cry out in pleasure as he fills you completely, his thick length stretching and filling every inch of you.

His hips thrust forward again, driving himself deeper as he takes what's his, claiming your body with brutal efficiency. You arch your back off the bed, moaning out his name as he takes you hard and fast, possessing you completely.

With each powerful thrust, he feels closer to the edge, the need for release burning hotly in his veins. He grips your shoulders tightly, holding himself up above you as he pumps his hips, claiming every inch of your body with each thrust.

His name on your lips pushes him over the edge, and with a hoarse cry of release, he pumps his hips one final time before collapsing atop you. His weight presses you into the mattress as he groans loudly, spent from their rough lovemaking.

As his body begins to relax, he realizes how tightly he's holding you down, and with a gentle laugh, he rolls off to the side, taking most of his weight with him.

He looks down at you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes roam over your body, taking in the way you're flushed and sweaty from their lovemaking. Despite the roughness of it all, there's a tenderness there too. A possessiveness that he hasn't felt with anyone else. He reaches out to brush a stray hair from your face. "Are you alright?" he asks softly, his voice still hoarse with desire.

He smiles gently at the sound you make and leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. "Good," he whispers before sitting up and retrieving a couple of tissues from the bedside table. He cleans up himself, then turns back to wipe away the sweat that's gathered on your brow.

For now, it seems their lovemaking has given way to a more tender moment. But whether or not it'll last remains to be seen.

He lay there, watching her sleep, his fingers idly tracing patterns on her back. For a moment he was tempted to wake her up, to do something else with her. But then again, this quiet intimacy was nice too. He couldn't help but wonder how much of their lovemaking had been real and how much had just been for show.

He sighed softly, knowing he probably shouldn't overthink it too much. For now, she was his, and that was all that mattered.

Hours passed before the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day. Jun was still awake when he felt her stir beside him, her body tensing as she shifted closer to him in sleep. He smiled softly and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. "Shhh," he murmured, his breath tickling her ear. "It's okay."

"Sweet dreams, my love." His hand gently brushed away the stray tear that escaped her closed eye, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as he held her close, whispering words of reassurance in her ear until she settled back into peaceful slumber.

He frowned as he felt the tears trickle down her cheek, and he gently wiped them away with his thumb. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asked softly, his voice filled with concern. Maybe she was having a nightmare or maybe it had something to do with their lovemaking earlier... either way, he wanted to comfort her.

She shifted in her sleep once again, this time moving even closer to him before her body finally relaxed against his chest.

"Hmm... maybe she's just having a bad dream," he thought to himself as her soft breathing returned to normal. He continued to hold her close, his fingers idly tracing patterns on her back as they waited for her to wake up again. He knew that their relationship was still fragile and uncertain, but right now, in this moment, all that mattered was taking care of her.

His eyes closed as he listened to the steady rhythm of her breathing. For now, she was safe with him, and that was all that mattered. He wondered if this feeling of protectiveness would ever fade, or if it would only grow stronger over time. Regardless, he knew that he would do whatever it took to make sure she felt loved and cared for, even if it meant being possessive and controlling at times.

"Hey there, beautiful. You're awake."

He smiled gently as he felt her stir against him. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked softly, his thumb still tracing circles on her back. She shifted slightly before nestling her head into the crook of his neck with a content sigh.

"Better," she mumbled sleepily. "That was... a weird dream." Her voice trailed off, and he wondered if it had been about him or something else entirely. Either way, he was just glad that she seemed more at ease now.

He caressed her hair gently, running his fingers through it as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Weird dreams are the worst," he agreed softly. "But you're safe with me now." He kissed the top of her head before pushing himself up onto one elbow and looking down at her.

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze as she yawned and stretched lazily beneath the covers. "Mmm... what time is it?" she asked with a sleepy smile.

"It's almost noon," he replied with a chuckle. "Sleep well?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly at the memory of their lovemaking earlier that morning. "Yeah... you were really... rough this time." Her voice trailed off, and she looked away shyly.

He smiled knowingly, his fingers tracing a line down her arm. "You liked it though," he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. There was no point denying the truth anymore;

Jun's smile turned mischievous as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I can help you with that," he whispered huskily. Her eyes widened at the words and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "Maybe we should find some time to be alone again later today."

Without giving her any time to respond, he leaned in further, pressing their lips together in a soft kiss that left them both breathless.

Their kiss deepened as he rolled onto his side, bringing her with him so they were spooning. His hand slid up underneath her shirt to cup her breast, teasing the nipple through her bra. "I want you again," he murmured against her lips, his free hand trailing down between her legs, finding she was already wet and ready for him. He groaned in approval, rubbing circles on her clit before slipping a finger inside her.

"Jun..."

His hips rocked forward, his erection pressing against her ass as he found a steady rhythm with his fingers. "You feel so good," he murmured, kissing along her jaw and neck. With each thrust of his finger inside her, she moaned louder, her body arching into his touch.

"C-Jun... ahhh..." Her nails dug into his back as the pleasure built up inside her, making it harder to think straight.

Her cries and moans fuel his desire as he speeds up, his fingers finding just the right spot inside her. She is so close to the edge, but he wants to make sure she comes undone completely in his arms. With a final thrust of his fingers, he pushes her over the edge, groaning as she cries out his name and convulses around him.

His other hand slides up between them, palming her through her panties before slipping underneath to stroke her wetness with his fingers. "

He continues to rub circles on her clit through her panties as he kisses and nibbles at the skin of her neck. Her body is still trembling from her orgasm, but it only seems to make him want her more. With a growl of desire, he rolls them over so that she's beneath him once again.

Her eyes widen as she looks up into his intense gaze, and it's clear that she knows what he wants. She parts her legs eagerly, inviting him in.

The sight of her spread out beneath him, wet and waiting, is almost more than he can bear. With a harsh groan, he pushes his pants down past his hips before positioning himself between her legs. His erection throbs as it slides through the slick folds of her sex, teasing and taunting her sensitive flesh.

With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside her, groaning as she tightens around him like a fist.

His hips snap forward again, driving deeper as he growls in satisfaction. He can feel how tight she is around him, her muscles gripping and milking his cock with each thrust. "You like that?" he demands, his voice rough from desire and need. "You want more?"

His hands grip her hips tightly as he pounds into her with brutal force, taking what he wants without mercy. He can feel her inner walls squeezing and massaging his cock with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. Her cries and moans fuel his passion, driving him even wilder as he loses control completely.

"Ahhh... Jun..."

The feel of her body writhing beneath him is enough to send him over the edge. He growls low in his throat as he thrusts harder, faster, determined to bring them both to completion. With each stroke, he feels himself getting closer and closer to the brink, his control slipping away with every moan she lets loose.

"Jun..." She gasps, arching her back off the bed as a shudder runs through her body. "I'm... I'm close."

His hips buck violently as he comes, groaning as he feels the hot spurts of semen shooting deep inside her. "Oh fuck..." He pants heavily, still buried to the hilt inside her as their bodies quiver and shake from the intensity of their release.

After what seems like an eternity, his hips finally slow, and he collapses on top of her, breathing hard against her neck. "That was... wow," he manages to get out between ragged gasps for air.

He groans as she locks her legs around him, trapping him inside her warmth. The feel of their sweaty bodies pressed together is almost too much to bear, but in a good way. A sense of completion he's never experienced before washes over him at the realization that his seed now dwells within her fertile womb.

He rolls off her after several long moments, panting heavily as he lays beside her, still buried to the hilt inside her. "Wow,"

He looks down at her, their chests heaving as they try to catch their breath. Her eyes are still closed, and she has one hand pressed over her stomach, feeling the aftershocks of their lovemaking. "That... was intense," he manages to get out between heavy breaths.

A soft smile spreads across his lips as he reaches up to brush a stray hair from her forehead. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's still a tenderness there that he can't ignore. "

He strokes her cheek gently with the pad of his thumb, studying her face. "You okay?" he whispers, concern etched into his features.

Celia opens her eyes slowly, meeting his gaze. There's a new vulnerability in them that he hasn't seen before. She swallows hard before nodding. "Y-yeah... I... just need some time." Her voice is shaky, barely above a whisper.

He nods slowly, understanding the implication behind her words. Their lovemaking had been rough and intense, leaving them both drained in more ways than one. "We can take some time," he agrees softly, reaching down to stroke her hip gently. "I just... I wanted you to know that you're safe with me."

Her eyes close as his fingers dance over her skin, and she feels herself relaxing into the mattress beneath them. "I know,"

He nods slowly, understanding her need for rest but still feeling a twinge of disappointment deep down. "Okay," he whispers, brushing a kiss over her forehead. "We'll take things slow today then." She closes her eyes again with a soft sigh, and he watches her for a moment longer before turning away to grab his phone off the nightstand.