The sight of Angela, Mary, and Veronica clinging to each other—mother and daughters finally reunited—was almost enough to make me forget the raw, primal hunger still thrumming through my veins. Almost.
My gaze drifted down Veronica's body, lingering on the swell of her ass, the way her jeans clung to the curves of her thick thighs, the faint outline of her pussy lips pressing against the fabric. My fingers twitched, itching to grip that flesh, to slap it until it jiggled, to mark it with my handprint.
But this wasn't the time.
Not yet.
Angela pulled back slightly, her hands cupping her daughters' faces, her thumbs brushing away their tears. Her voice was soft, but it carried the weight of a lifetime of love and regret.
"Let me show you your rooms," she said, her eyes glistening. "You'll live here with me from now on… and we will never be separated again."
