Julian made a low sound against her and eased the pressure, though he did not release her. His tongue worked in slower circles now, coaxing rather than demanding, and Olivia found herself adjusting the angle of her body to make it easier for him. The maternal instinct in the gesture was so automatic it horrified her a second after she noticed it.
She was positioning herself to feed him.
Not a child.
Him.
"Kraven…" His name left her in a shaky exhale. "This is the most improper thing I have ever done."
He pulled back only enough to let milk wet his lower lip as he spoke. "Improper would be stopping halfway and pretending we are still capable of feeling shame."
"I am still capable of shame."
"I can see that." His gaze flicked to her flushed face, then to the breast she continued to hold for him. "It looks good on you."
Olivia's fingers squeezed around his cock in helpless reaction to the remark. "Do not compliment me for this."
"Why not? You are doing it well."
