Claude smirked as he lifted Dalia effortlessly, draping her over his shoulder before laying her down on the bed. Their eyes met—burning with hunger, with need—and they dove into another kiss, breathless and wild.
This time, his hand slid to her breast, squeezing it firmly. It was still full of milk, and the sudden pressure made her moan against his mouth, breaking the kiss with a gasp.
"Nnngh~ Don't squeeze so hard... they're still sensitive," Dalia whispered, her hands trying to hold his in place.
"Why not?" he murmured, teasing her with a wicked smile. His fingers grazed over her nipple, making her shudder. "Don't you like it?"
Dalia bit her lip, flushed and panting. "Ugh… last time, Lyra bit down too hard and it bled. Another time, the milk wouldn't come out for hours. It got so swollen I could barely breathe... Being a mother is painful, you know?"
His eyes glinted. "So the milk got stuck, huh? Sounds like you need to be relieved. Don't worry… I'll help you with that."
