Belle's head fell backward, exposing the long line of her throat. Her bell rang as her chest pushed forward into my face, and the sound mixed with the wet noise of my mouth working her breast and the obscene squelch of milk flowing faster than I could swallow.
The spillover ran down my chin and dripped onto her thigh-highs and the sheets below.
I switched to her right breast with a wet pop that echoed in the farmhouse room. The nipple was already primed, the milk flowing before my lips even touched it, and when I latched on and pulled, Belle made a sound that started in her stomach and climbed through her chest and escaped her throat as something between a moan and a howl.
"Harder." She grabbed the back of my head with both hands and crushed my face into her chest. "Suck harder or I swear to God, Jace."
