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I want it.
He was now absolutely certain of this. He no longer cared what other people would say about how they had met or why he had married her. The only thing that mattered was that Betsy would be his wife, and her son would be their son.
They would be the family he had once thought he would never have.
And he would do everything in his power to protect them.
BETSY FELT AS IF SHE was in a dream as she placed her son back in his crib, which now didn't feel "right" to use since it was a gift (among many others) from another man.
I still can't believe this is happening.
Her head was still in the clouds as she turned to face him again, and it was only when his gaze slowly ran down her body that she realized too late her blouse was still open, and her breasts completely bare to his gaze.
Not again!
Betsy hastily tried to shield herself from his gaze, 'tried' being the operative word since Lukas was suddenly in front of her, and her heart pounded against her chest as he suddenly gripped her wrists and slowly lowered her arms back to her sides.
Silvery eyes took hers captive, and her throat tightened at the heat that glittered in his gaze.
"I'd like to taste you, Betsy," he said thickly. "Suckle on your breast and drink your milk."
Her entire body quivered when she realized what he was asking.
This was Lukas, her boss.
This was Lukas, a man who could've married any woman in this world but instead wanted her as his wife.
And now he was saying he wanted to taste her.
And suckle on her breast.
And drink her milk.
"Will you let me?"
She slowly nodded, and her breath caught when Lukas sank to his knees. He held her hips to pull her close, and Betsy bit her lip hard as her breasts started to swell. Her nipples were now pointedly aching, and it was all she could do not to moan when Lukas then reached up to cup one breast.
Milk had caused her breasts to be so much fuller than it ever was, but Lukas' hands were so large that he was still able to palm her breasts completely.
Her head fell back as he started squeezing and kneading her breasts, his touch tender and gentle at first before tightening bit by bit.
The way he was squeezing them so, so hard was the sweetest agony, but it was when he finally started pinching her nipples that a lightning bolt of the most intense pleasure jolted through her flesh.
Her body buckled, and she had barely managed to cover her mouth with her hands when his mouth closed over one nipple, and he was finally doing what he had asked her permission to do.
He was now tasting her.
Suckling her.
And oh, oh, oh...
He was also now drinking the milk that was once for her little boy alone.
And it was just too, too much—-
Just too much!
—-that she could only sob silently as she started to cum, her body falling heavily against his, and her nipple pushing deeper into his mouth as he continued to suckle and drink from her painfully swollen breast.
