Being His

'I don't want to lose him' Freyja thought as he sat beside her, 'I don't want someone to take him from me'.

'She's mine!' Ezekiel thought possessively and pulled Freyja onto his lap.

'He had always been there, protecting me and providing for me when I needed it all because he loved me.' she cupped his face, watching as his eyebrow rose in curiosity about what she might do. 'How could I let this man go? The answer is simple: I wouldn't'.

'Ever since she left, I had been a mess. I was easily angered and took it out on my men and enemies' Ezekiel stared into those green eyes he adored 'A month without her had been hell and now that she was in my arms again, I won't let her go willingly'. His grip on my hips tightened.

"I want to be your lover, Ezekiel," I answered surely "I want you".

"I gave you the option to walk away from this, from me but you chose to stay." A glint flashed in his eyes as he pulled my body against his, leaving an inch of space between our lips. "You should know that when I have something I want in my grasp, I never let it go; it's mine." He trailed his finger across my cheek and rested them against my lips "Do you understand Mia Tesuroccia?" I nodded.

"I understand. Don't let me go again" With that, his hand went to the back of my neck, and he claimed my lips like he had done so many times before.

"Perfectto," he whispered against my lips before reclaiming them in a searing kiss. This was it; he's mine, and I'll be damned if anyone thinks they can have him.