I catalog estates for a living.
Ancient ledgers. Faded deeds. Secrets bound in leather that whisper of fortunes won and lost.
But mine? My body betrays me daily. Milk overflows without mercy, soaking silk blouses, dripping onto crisp vellum under my trembling hands. Warm rivulets trace shame down my skin in this shadowed library, thick with aged paper and that inescapable sweet warmth. I fight it. God, I fight. Defiant. Ambitious. Burying the ache for someone to worship what humiliates me most.
He changes everything.
My strategic ally in this crumbling estate deal. Brooding eyes that track every damp bead like a predator scenting lifeblood. His fingers brush mine over a soaked page, and restraint shatters. He growls low, pulling me down to the thick rug amid towering shelves. Lips seal over swollen flesh. He drinks deep, ravenous, as if my excess is elixir meant only for him. Sweat slicks our bodies, breasts heaving through aftershocks while milk floods his throat.
It's blasphemy.
Professional necessity twisted into idolatry. Every stolen pull demands I yield more, body arching in devotion I swore I'd never give. Sun-warmed pavilion cushions later bear witness, drenched in our shared overflow, his tender possession marking me eternal. He battles his urge to consume wholly, but I see it. The protector who hungers to drown in me.
My self-control frays. The estate teeters. Without his devouring gaze, isolation swallows me whole. This overflowing shame-can it forge the bond that claims us both?
A full-length lactation obsession devotion erotic romance featuring a shame-haunted estate specialist and her ravenous devotee. Includes themes of overflowing lactation and worshipful surrender.
