Page 59 of Desperate Crimes

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She cries out. Loud. Beautiful.

“It’s mine,” I snarl. “Say it.”

She clutches me tighter, legs wrapping around my hips. Her voice is barely a whisper.

“It’s yours. Nico—it’s always been yours.”

And that’s it.

I lose myself.

In her. Around her. For her.

Because this isn’t just fucking.

This is claiming.

And I will never let her go.

They’d have to pry her from my cold, dead hands.

And even then? I’d still come for her.

Leanna Volkov is mine now. This Viper and Wolf belong together.

Always have. Always will.

Chapter Fifteen-Leanna

He’s inside me.

All the way.

Thick. Deep. Stretching me in ways I didn’t know I could take.

Every inch is pressure, heat, fullness—and yet it feels right.

So right.

Like my body had just been waiting for him to return to it, like some part of me already knew this was his place.

Where he belonged.

Where he was always meant to be.

My legs lock around his waist without thinking. I hold on to him like he’s gravity and I’ve just left the earth behind.

He moves—slow at first, dragging back until I feel the sweet pull of emptiness, then driving forward again with enough force to knock a moan out of me.

“Nico,” I whisper.

But it comes out a prayer. A plea.

He groans, low and ragged, like he’s trying to hold on by a thread.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he snarls, pounding into me again, harder, “Had to take you, Princess. Show you the truth.”

“Truth?” I moan as he strokes into me so good.

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