Blacksmith - A Real Man, #10

Steel isn't the only thing that's hard. MaddieDeacon was older than me, but I wanted him regardless. He had this raw edge to him, this primal aura surrounding him that made me feel wholly feminine. He was the epitome of a man.a real man. Even his profession was masculine: a blacksmith. I had no doubt he knew how to work his hands over a woman, how to use them to make her feel the soft and hard sides of him.
What I wanted was for him to be my first.my only. Deaconhe thought I didn't see her watching me, that I didn't know she wanted me. I knew, and I wanted her with a fierceness that rivaled anything else. What Maddie didn't know was I'd already claimed her. There was no other woman for me but her. I was a possessive bastard, territorial when it came to her. The time had finally come to make her mine.
I'd show her how primal I really was, how rough I liked it, how much I wanted to make her scream my name. I'd show her how a man took care of his woman in all the ways that counted. She'd be mine. Only mine.