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“Good. Because I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

“I don’t want anyone else,” she says.

And that’s it.

I can’t take anymore.

I push inside her in one deep, claiming thrust.

She cries out, clutching my shoulders as her head falls back, lips parted in ecstasy.

And fuck me, she’s so fucking wet, so tight—I know her body was built to take only mine.

Every inch I sink deeper, the more I feel it. The rightness of it.

Of us.

I press a kiss to the base of her throat, where her pulse pounds hard beneath my lips.

“Mine. My wife,” I whisper against her skin. “Forever.”

And this time?

She doesn’t fight it. She submits. And even better?

She claims.

“Yours. And you’re mine. My husband.”

Then she tosses her head back and rides the storm she conjured in my blood with me.

And as we come apart together, I know one thing for certain—there’s no going back for either of us.

This is it. This is us.

We’re both Fury now.

Chapter Twenty-Five-Leanna

I don’t know how we got here.

Well—I mean, I do. I was actually conscious this time.

But it still feels unreal.

A limo. A priest. A signature.

Nico’s firm hand on my ass. His kiss swallowing my breath after I signed my name next to his like I’d been possessed.

And maybe I was.

Maybe I still am.

Because now we’re back at the mansion.

His mansion.

Except he doesn’t call it that anymore.

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