'Milk?'
The taste lingered on his tongue as the thought echoed in his mind while he crouched on the jagged coral. It wasn't the cold, sterile version from a carton.
It was warm, strange and carried the faint, sweet tang of a body at peak of arousal.
It tasted like life, like a forbidden nectar he had finally been allowed to drain. Tasting it directly from the source had satisfied a deep-seated, restless curiosity he hadn't even realized he was harboring until Tatiana had pressed him to her chest.
"Mmmmm-" vibrating through her chest, the sound of Tatiana's total surrender.
Max could tell from the way her breath had hitched, becoming shallow and shaky, that her mind had completely fractured under the pleasure.
He knew, without looking, that her pupils had probably rolled back, leaving only the whites of her eyes visible as her body hummed against his lips pressed around her nipples.
