Chapter 26
Twenty-Six
Kash
Lifting myself off her, I slid free of her tight hole and held myself up with one hand, gripping the back of the sofa, while the other pushed her leg out so that her thighs were spread for me.
I had to see it. The animal inside of me needed to see it.
My seed dripping out of her sweet cunt. No, MY sweet cunt.
She was mine. I’d claimed her years ago, possibly at first sight. That was never changing.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper.
“Watching my cum leak out of that perfect pink pussy,” I replied with a quick grin before returning my attention back to between her legs.
She laughed. “Kash.”
My name on her lips was my favorite sound. She tried to close her legs, and I shook my head, tsking at her as I continued to keep them like they were.
“I’m just gonna play with it a little. Rub it all over the inside of your thighs. Mark what’s mine.”
Her body trembled, and my eyes shot back up to hers as my cock began to twitch and come back to life.
“You want more?”
She blushed. “Already?”
I nodded.
“You can do that?”
I nodded again. “Seems my cock is as obsessed as I am.”
A small, trickling laugh came from her, and my chest felt so damn full that it might explode. This was real. I was getting to have her. No more lies, misunderstandings, no more torture. I was home. I was with her.
“This isn’t the Christmas I was expecting,” she said. “I think I believe in Santa Claus again.”
I leaned down over her, sliding my hands between her legs so I could play with her soaked pussy. “It’s been one hell of a Christmas,” I agreed. “And Santa Claus is fucking real.”
She let out a soft moan. “Kash, I love you.”
I paused and stared down at her. “You’re my soul, my obsession, and my home,” I told her.
Tears glistened in her eyes as she looked up at me.
She was every wish I’d ever made. The light in the darkness that I’d thought I’d always walk in, and the thought of losing her again was something I couldn’t live through.
I wasn’t a kid anymore. I was a man. One who knew who owned him and accepted it.
Fucking reveled in it. Without her, I was nothing. I was void.
I hung my head and sighed heavily. The weight of not just the fear I felt over my mother’s illness, but the sudden understanding of what my father was going through at facing a future without her in it.
“Kash …” The worry in Cressida’s voice as her hand touched my cheek comforted me in a way nothing else could since I’d been told about Mom.
I lifted my head again, meeting her concerned gaze.
“Mom,” I managed to get her name out without cracking.
This wasn’t something I wanted to talk about tonight.
I had planned on it just being us. But right now, I needed her in another way.
A way I’d never needed or wanted anyone else. “Mom is sick.”
Cressida tensed beneath me. Her eyes widening. “How sick?” she whispered.
“Bad,” I admitted. “I’ll explain it later, but right now, I need you again. You’re the only thing that eases the pain.”
She nodded and leaned up to cover my mouth with hers. “When you’re ready to talk, I’m here. I’ll always be here.” Her words, although soft, sounded fierce.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck and inhaled as the first real tears filled my eyes since I’d been told about my mom’s diagnosis.
I didn’t know what the next year would bring. My mom’s future hung in the balance. But she had given me the one person back that I needed to survive it. Somehow, she had figured out who it was I needed and worked her magic.
There would only ever be two women in my life that were a part of me. The one who had raised me, loved me, and watched over me. And the one who owned my soul.
For now, I had them both, and I would cherish every moment.