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Triumph flared in my chest. “That specific enough for you, baby?”

He lifted off me enough to get his clothes off in record time. “For the record,” he began, gliding the tip of his cock through the wetness between my thighs, “you could’ve had an annulment if we hadn’t done this.”

His hips jerked, and he slammed into me, filling me completely. My inner walls spasmed with the abrupt intrusion, a low groan crawling from my throat as I worked to stretch around him.

Without giving me a chance to recover, he pulled out and pushed back inside just as fast. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as I met him thrust for thrust.

Ryan’s hand slipped between us, finding my clit with unerring accuracy. His mouth whispered against my ear, “I lied. I’d chain you to our bed before I’d ever let you attempt to end our marriage. I own you, Madison Cain, for the rest of our lives.”

I turned my head, catching his lips with mine as I started to break apart in his arms. His tongue invaded my mouth as his cock claimed my center.

All because this man, my husband, had somehow managed to claim my heart while giving me his.

Yes, I was his, but he was also mine. Now and forever, he was mine.

CHAPTER 52

MADDIE

When I woke up almost two hours later, Ryan wasn’t in bed beside me. I got out of bed and listened, hearing sounds coming from downstairs. I grabbed his discarded shirt off the floor and put it on before going to find him.

He was shirtless—my favorite view—and grabbing a beer from the fridge in the kitchen as I padded down the stairs and came up behind him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and nuzzled his shoulder with a content sigh. “Sorry,” I murmured.

A chuckle rumbled out of him. “For what?”

“Falling asleep,” I replied through a yawn.

“It’s been a long day.” He turned and kissed me gently, the soft look in his eyes was one I knew he saved just for me. “We have the rest of our lives together. I don’t think napping on our wedding day is grounds for divorce.”

“And what are grounds for divorce?” I asked, peering up at him.

He paused, thinking about it. “Nothing. You’re stuck with me for life.”

“Oh?” Amusement flickered through me. “Even if you spend all your days working, and I get lonely and find someone to… entertain me?”

He nodded with grim determination. “Even then. I’ll kill him and fuck every memory you have of him out of your body.” He grinned devilishly. “You’re mine forever, baby.”

I slapped a hand over my mouth to try and hold in my laughter.

His gaze dipped to my bare legs. “But I’m a little concerned that you’re already thinking about another hypothetical guy when you just married me.” The look in his eyes sharpened to something calculating and dangerous that made my heart pound.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, inhaling his scent. “No hypotheticals. Just you. Always just you.”

He let out a breath and kissed the side of my head. “Want a drink? We can hang out on the deck. The sun should be setting soon.” He indicated to the rear of the house where glass doors and windows took up an entire wall, painting the room in buttery light.

I nodded and went out there. The deck was large, spanning the back length of the cottage. The little house itself was situated on top of a hill that looked out over the stables and paddocks. From here, I could see horses grazing and running in the afternoon sun. I leaned my forearms on the railing and watched them as I waited.

Ryan stepped onto the deck and handed me a soda, holding a beer in a glass bottle for himself, before leading me to the sitting area.

I sat on the couch, surprised at how soft it was as my body sank into the cushions. Ryan opened a bench and pulled out a blanket to carefully arrange around me. The sun was warm, but the air was still cool.

Sipping my soda, I watched as he sat down beside me, his body close to mine. I snuggled into his side without hesitation, his arm going around my shoulders as he brushed an absent kiss to my hair.

“Pastor Nichols already filed the license. Grandpa and Court are working on setting up something with the lawyers for tomorrow to release your inheritance.”

I frowned. “Won’t Gary know when the money is touched?”

His fingers slowly stroked my hair as he took a sip of his beer. “No. One of the partners who oversees your family’s accounts is working with us.”

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