Su Qinglan squeezed her eyes shut, wishing the ground would swallow her whole. Her cheeks flamed even hotter.
She had given birth only a little over a month ago, and despite everything, her milk had not dried up yet. The babies still nursed, and now this man...this wicked demon of a man was tasting what was meant only for them.
"Yes..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, dying of embarrassment. "It... it hasn’t dried up yet..."
An Mo stared at her for a heartbeat longer, something dark and intensely possessive flashing across his heaven-defying face.
Then his lips curved into a devastatingly hungry smile.
Without another word, he lowered his head again and latched onto her nipple with renewed fervor.
He sucked harder, deeper, greedily drawing the sweet milk from her breast while his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak. A low, satisfied groan vibrated against her skin as he drank from her.
"Ahh—! An Mo... don’t... it’s too embarrassing..."
Su Qinglan whimpered, her body betraying her as fresh pleasure mixed with the strange, intimate sensation of him feeding from her. Her other breast began leaking as well, a thin trail of milk sliding down the soft curve.
An Mo switched to the other nipple, sucking just as eagerly, his free hand kneading the first breast to encourage more flow. He drank from her with shameless hunger, eyes half-lidded in pleasure, clearly aroused by this unexpected discovery.
"Lan Lan..." he murmured against her wet skin between long, pulling sucks. "You’re even sweeter than I imagined."
Every pull of his mouth sent jolts of overwhelming sensation through her still-sensitive body.
Shame and pleasure twisted together so intensely that fresh tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
The mighty An Mo was now not only devouring her breasts but also drinking her milk like it was the most exquisite nectar, and the lewd sight of it made her mind spin with forbidden heat.
An Mo pulled back slightly, his lips glistening with a mix of saliva and her milk.
A devilish, predatory smile spread across his heaven-defying face as his gaze locked onto her full, heavy breasts.
They were swollen, nipples reddened, and still leaking faintly from his greedy feeding. He hadn’t expected such a feast tonight...so sweet, warm, and so intimately hers.
Su Qinglan’s breath hitched as she watched his intense, hungry stare fixed on her chest.
Under that scorching look alone, her breasts seemed to quiver and tighten, another small bead of milk forming at the tip of one nipple.
The sight made fresh shame flood her cheeks.
An Mo noticed immediately. His smile deepened, turning even more charming and wicked at the same time.
"Such tender beauty you are, Lan Lan..." he whispered, voice low and velvet-rough with desire.
He buried his face against the delicate curve of her neck, inhaling her scent before his teeth grazed and bit down gently on her collarbone, leaving a light mark.
Su Qinglan gasped sharply at the sting, her body jolting. Then he moved lower again, latching back onto her sore nipple with renewed hunger.
He sucked harder this time, drawing out every last drop as if determined to devour whatever remained inside her full breasts.
His cheeks hollowed with each pull, tongue pressing firmly while his hand kneaded the soft, heavy mound.
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