I finish draining one breast entirely, though it remains several times larger than it was before. I switch to her other, drinking steadily, nuzzling into her soft breast as I carefully work her clitoris between my thumb and two inserted fingers.
Her moans get higher in pitch and closer together, and her muscles grip tighter and tighter around me.
What remains in the teat in my mouth is a small enough amount for her to get out during her climax, so I hum around her, sending rumbling vibrations through her nipple and breast.
Her cunt flutters around my fingers, then clenches hard as a wail pours from her lungs. She cries out with every spasm of her muscles, squirting the last of her milk down my throat as I suck with all the greed and hunger I’ve been holding back.
My hand slides around her waist, supporting her back as I press my cheek against her breast, forcing out the last of her milk.
She’s so small and frail, yet gives so much.
I’ll make sure she has everything she could ever need and so much more.
Her body finally shudders and goes limp. I leave my fingers where they are as her inner contractions continue, gradually getting weaker and further apart.
When they still, she lets out a sigh and her eyes flutter shut.
I gently remove the bindings from her arms and legs. I’ve lost track of the compressive sleeve Sylvus knit for her breasts, and I certainly don’t feel like finding a scrap of silk on a silk floor. So, I lift Celeste from the sling and press her back to my chest, scooping up her softened breasts in my hand to support them.
Her head relaxes against my neck as she curls up, safe and secure in my warmth.
The most perfect creature.
I know it in my core…
I will not rest until she’s totally and completelymine.
CHAPTER 5
CELESTE
It’slike I’m nestled inside the sun.
Everything is warm and bright.
Hands move down my limbs, then carry me.
I’m bathed, then tucked somewhere warm.
That bright glow slowly fades, but the warmth remains as I stir. I’m cradled in Razul’s arm, in another room made of silk.
Razul’s voice rumbles beneath me, but I don’t understand it. He’s not talking to me; he’s chatting with Sylvus across the table.
Remembering how Razul turned my translator off, leaving my brain nothing to process, only those soothing, deep tones…
A ripple of heat runs through me.
I leave my translator off and lean into Razul’s warmth.
He seems to like that; his thumb caresses my thigh.
A moment later, he offers me a piece of fruit: a peeled wedge of green citrus. It’s one I recognize and can usually tolerate, so that’s good.
I reach out to take it, but he snatches it back.
My hand moves toward my translator, but Razul gently guides it back down to my side. He looks down at me with patient interest.
Oookay.
