Nonetheless, Aqua clung to the fragile hope that it would eventually end.
There was no way her brother could possibly nurse at her breast the entire night.
Even unconsciously, his jaw would tire, his mouth would ache, and he would release her.
Then she could finally breathe, pull her nightgown back into place, and pretend none of this had happened.
So she decided to endure—just wait it out.
She lay there in the darkness, one hand pressed tightly over her mouth to muffle the soft, involuntary whimpers that kept escaping, while Cassius continued his gentle, relentless suckling.
His arms were locked around her waist an every time she tried to ease away, he only pulled her closer, rubbing his cheek against the soft swell of her breast with quiet, contented sighs before latching on again with renewed fervor.
And what made it infinitely worse was the occasional shift of his hips.
