25. Asher
Chapter Twenty-Five
ASHER
I have missed being buried inside Jane. So very much. Yet the wait makes it all the more meaningful. Jane, my princess, has given me everything I wanted. She is mine, and I am hers. And now, we have our own small family.
I look down at her pussy, swollen and slippery with the juices of her arousal. Her clit is poking out, so needy. My balls draw tight.
I lift my eyes to hers again, sliding a hand around the sweet curve of her hip as I draw her closer to the edge of the counter. Her legs dangle as I fist my cock, smearing the crown through her folds as my seed spurts out a little.
“Asher! Please!” she gasps.
I give her just what she needs, sheathing myself in her slick, rippling core.
She’s coming only moments later as I pump into her. Mine follows swiftly once she’s crying out and clenching hard around my cock.
While Jane’s given me all I want, more than anything, I just want her, us. Because together, we are home. I hold her against me hours later as we fall asleep.
Hours later, she’s fully dressed, in the kitchen, and holding our baby. I look over at them from across the room, feeling full and complete. They are my everything.
Weeks later, we have an event to christen Ash. I let my gaze scan the crowd. We’re still dealing with the threats from the other city, but things are good here for us.
I hold Jane’s hand. She smiles up at me, her chin lifting high. I love her thread of pride. I’m always grateful she was brave enough to come here and start all over.
Once our son is christened, we stand together, and my parents smile at us indulgently. I reach for Jane’s hand, lifting her knuckles to brush a kiss across them. “My princess.”