Viktor's mouth latched onto her nipple immediately.
His lips sealed around the inch-long nub, tongue swirling as he 'sucked'—hard.
"Ahhn—!" Mira's gasp was sharp, her body stiffening against him. Her fingers tightened in his hair, nails scraping his scalp.
Warm milk flooded Viktor's mouth in thick streams. The taste was sweet—honeyed and rich, coating his tongue as he drank deeply. Each pull drew more from her swollen breast, the soft flesh yielding under the pressure of his sucking.
But Viktor wasn't gentle.
His teeth grazed the sensitive tip, applying just enough pressure to make her wince. His hand gripped her waist bruisingly tight, holding her in place as he fed.
Mira's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering half-closed. "N-not... not so rough—nnh!"
