A sharp, breathy cry escaped the queen's lips as Dax's hand squeezed her breast, the incredible softness of it almost driving him mad.
He held her as one might cradle a pair of rare treasures, fingers exploring with a slow, deliberate pressure that made her tremble.
He held the full weight of it at the base, his large hand cradling the tender flesh like a precious, heavy fruit, as he began a relentless, worshipful assault.
He wiggled his fingertips into the pliant softness, squeezed with a possessiveness that made her whimper, and fumbled with the hard peak of her nipple, all at once.
"Uhh… uhh, Daddy… it's all yours," she whimpered, her head lolling back against his shoulder.
The entire globe of her breast seemed to vibrate under his touch, a liquid, quivering softness that was impossibly warm. It was like holding captured moonlight, a thing of pure sensation.
