"They say when babies drink their mama's milk, all their worries just melt away... like booo~ Hehe!
Scared of Mommy's milk? See? That's how powerful Mommy's milk is!"
Lia said with a soft giggling tone as she looked down at her beloved son lying across her lap, her nipple already stuffed firmly into his mouth.
Her free hand rested on his hair, fingers curled just enough to keep him close while her crimson eyes traced every line of his face with quiet, possessive hunger.
Young Aether had an expression of pure disbelief... What the fuck?
Even if it was true, that was for fucking babies. Not for a grown-ass man like him.
Just as he was about to push her away, she held him like an anchor, solid and immovable.
It felt as if he was staring at a mountain that could never be lifted no matter how hard he tried. Those glowing crimson eyes locked onto his, shining with an intensity that made his body tremble and forced his blood to settle against his will.
