It had been two days since he last fed.
Two days since she let him suckle, since she let him f**k her while her milk spilled across their bodies and soaked the sheets. She told herself she needed a break. That she needed space. That she needed her body to dry out.
But she had lied.
Because now her breasts were swollen. Aching. She had stuffed tissues inside her bra, changed tops twice, and still the milk leaked. Her n*****s were red and sensitive. Her body screamed for release. For relief. For him.
And he knew.
He always knew.
She walked into the kitchen late that night wearing a thick robe pulled tight around her. Her n*****s still pushed against the fabric, hot milk already seeping through. She tried to pour herself some water. To focus on anything else.
Then he walked in.
He had
