Claimed By The Possessive Fireman - Flora Ferrari Page 0,9

urge was almost too much to handle.

In the car, when I caught her to stop her from falling too hard into the seat, I felt her body responding to mine, her skin getting warmer like the fire I saved her from, her breath catching as her womb sent the same famished signals my seed is sending to me, constantly.

Now, I wander over to the fridge.

“Drink?” I ask, catching sight of her in the sleek metal reflection, sunlit.

“Sure,” she says, sitting down on a stool and moving from side to side.

There’s a concealed nervousness about her, as though she’s trying to bridle her anxiety and morph it into something positive and confident. It’s an actor’s impulse, I guess, and as I watch her – pouring us both a glass of ice cold water – I feel a note of respect twanging like a guitar string inside of me.

She’s so much more than just a sex-made goddess.

She drinks and a bead of water slides down her chin, and I must be a fucking savage. Because I immediately start thinking about my seed doing the same, dripping hotly and wetly down her skin, painting her.

“I guess you’re wondering why you’re here,” I say, leaning against the island opposite her.

Her smiles quirks. She raises an eyebrow.

“I guess so,” she says. “Unless, you’re not a secret serial killer, are you, Dom?” She giggles, a war of nerves, with confidence briefly winning. “If you are, I should warn you, I’m actually trained in martial artists.”

“Really?” I laugh, indulging her, indulging myself.

“Oh, yeah,” she smiles. “I know fifteen ways to kill a man, and that’s just with this glass.”

We laugh together, and my overactive mind tosses up a dozen scenarios where we’d laugh together in the future, over family barbecues and with our children sitting at our feet by a fireside, glimpses of a future life I would fight and kill to claim.

Glimpses of what this woman could give me, hounding me, and now I stand up and stare at her with the intensity of twin dying suns.

“I can’t hold this back anymore,” I tell her. “I can’t live this damn lie. I’ve tried to fight it. I really have. No, that’s a lie.”

I pause and she waits, her lips trembling slightly.

“What’s a lie?” she asks after a moment.

“I haven’t tried to fight it because I don’t want to,” I growl. “You’re the only person I want, Lilah. All my life, I knew I’d recognize the woman who was mine – and mine alone – the second I saw her. I never expected her to be you, that’s true, but when I saw you in that fire … And maybe that’s a fucked up place to realize a thing like that.”

My thoughts are scattering, I realize.

I grit my teeth and walk around the island, stopping so close to her that I can scent her primal need in the air, just like my own, and they mix together like different colored fireworks that blend in the night’s sky.

“I’m claiming you, Lilah,” I say. “I’m making you mine. I’m making it so that the only man you’ll ever be with is me. And you’re the only woman I ever want. That’s it. I’m putting a child in your belly, and then another, and another. And if you’re intimidated by this, fine, but I refuse to live my life as a goddamn lie. And if I don’t tell you now, you might be surprised when I turn full fucking savage if I ever see you with another man.”

Her lips part and her eyes reflect the yellow glow of the midmorning sun. She just stares at me as I stare at her. I want to delve into her mind and scan her thoughts, but instead I just move closer, knowing I should wait.

All those modern ideas, they tell a man to ask first, don’t they?

They tell a man to show respect and be a gentleman.

But with Lilah, my woman, in this moment, I can’t be a goddamn gentleman.

I have to take her.

Take her.

I lean down and bring my lips to hers, parting them slowly and tasting her mouth, her toothpaste, her tongue. She gasps and freezes for a moment, but then a second later a stifled moan escapes her lips and she loops her arms around me, gasping.

Then she leans back into my arms – confident that I’ll hold her – and her mouth falls open.

“Wait a second,” she says, laughing musically. She pinches her forearm, eyes narrowed on me in