Su Qinglan squeezed her eyes shut, wishing the ground would swallow her whole. Her cheeks flamed even hotter.

She had given birth only a little over a month ago, and despite everything, her milk had not dried up yet. The babies still nursed, and now this man...this wicked demon of a man was tasting what was meant only for them.

"Yes..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, dying of embarrassment. "It... it hasn’t dried up yet..."

An Mo stared at her for a heartbeat longer, something dark and intensely possessive flashing across his heaven-defying face.

Then his lips curved into a devastatingly hungry smile.

Without another word, he lowered his head again and latched onto her nipple with renewed fervor.

He sucked harder, deeper, greedily drawing the sweet milk from her breast while his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak. A low, satisfied groan vibrated against her skin as he drank from her.

"Ahh—! An Mo... don’t... it’s too embarrassing..."

Su Qinglan whimpered, her body betraying her as fresh pleasure mixed with the strange, intimate sensation of him feeding from her. Her other breast began leaking as well, a thin trail of milk sliding down the soft curve.

An Mo switched to the other nipple, sucking just as eagerly, his free hand kneading the first breast to encourage more flow. He drank from her with shameless hunger, eyes half-lidded in pleasure, clearly aroused by this unexpected discovery.

"Lan Lan..." he murmured against her wet skin between long, pulling sucks. "You’re even sweeter than I imagined."

Every pull of his mouth sent jolts of overwhelming sensation through her still-sensitive body.

Shame and pleasure twisted together so intensely that fresh tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

The mighty An Mo was now not only devouring her breasts but also drinking her milk like it was the most exquisite nectar, and the lewd sight of it made her mind spin with forbidden heat.

An Mo pulled back slightly, his lips glistening with a mix of saliva and her milk.

A devilish, predatory smile spread across his heaven-defying face as his gaze locked onto her full, heavy breasts.

They were swollen, nipples reddened, and still leaking faintly from his greedy feeding. He hadn’t expected such a feast tonight...so sweet, warm, and so intimately hers.

Su Qinglan’s breath hitched as she watched his intense, hungry stare fixed on her chest.

Under that scorching look alone, her breasts seemed to quiver and tighten, another small bead of milk forming at the tip of one nipple.

The sight made fresh shame flood her cheeks.

An Mo noticed immediately. His smile deepened, turning even more charming and wicked at the same time.

"Such tender beauty you are, Lan Lan..." he whispered, voice low and velvet-rough with desire.

He buried his face against the delicate curve of her neck, inhaling her scent before his teeth grazed and bit down gently on her collarbone, leaving a light mark.

Su Qinglan gasped sharply at the sting, her body jolting. Then he moved lower again, latching back onto her sore nipple with renewed hunger.

He sucked harder this time, drawing out every last drop as if determined to devour whatever remained inside her full breasts.

His cheeks hollowed with each pull, tongue pressing firmly while his hand kneaded the soft, heavy mound.

Su Qinglan cried out, her back arching as her breasts grew increasingly sore and sensitive from the relentless attention.

"Ahh—! An Mo... they’re so sore..." she gasped, fingers twisting into the sheets.

He didn’t stop until both breasts were thoroughly marked and aching, glistening with his saliva.

Only then did he trail lower, kissing and licking a hot path down her sternum over her still-quivering belly.

His hot breath fanned across her exposed private parts as he settled between her thighs.

His dark eyes burned with lust as they drank in the sight of her slick, swollen folds. Then his gaze dropped lower, landing on the Xuan Long totem inked just below her belly button.

A dangerous smirk curved his lips.

"Would Xuan Long kill me if he finds out?" he murmured, almost to himself. His fingers traced the edge of the totem possessively.

"Never mind... I can’t care anymore about him. After all, this is the day I have yearned for so much."

Su Qinglan’s heart pounded wildly in her chest, her body trembling under his gaze. She felt completely exposed, vulnerable, and unbearably aroused.

An Mo’s voice dropped to a husky whisper as he looked up at her flushed face.

"Lan Lan... open your legs for me."

Almost as if hypnotized by his commanding tone and burning eyes, Su Qinglan obeyed. Her thighs parted slowly, revealing her glistening core to his hungry stare.

An Mo’s smile turned purely wicked. He leaned in closer, breath teasing her most sensitive flesh.

"Wider..." he whispered. "Wider, Lan Lan..."

An Mo’s eyes darkened with raw hunger as Su Qinglan obediently spread her thighs wider for him, her glistening pink folds fully exposed under his scorching gaze.

The proud, noble man from the Upper Domain... the untouchable. An Mo slowly lowered himself, kneeling between her legs like a supplicant at an altar.

The sight was so obscene, so utterly shocking, that Su Qinglan’s breath caught in her throat.

"Look at you... dripping for me already," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Such a sweet, needy little pusssy. Still leaking from earlier... and now this pretty pussy is weeping even more."

Without another word, he buried his face between her thighs.

His hot mouth covered her entirely. His tongue dragged a long, slow stripe from her entrance up to her swollen clit, savoring her taste with a deep, satisfied groan that vibrated straight through her core.

Su Qinglan cried out sharply, her hips jerking at the overwhelming sensation.

"Ahh...! An Mo...!"

He didn’t hold back. His strong hands gripped her thighs, spreading her even wider as he devoured her. His tongue circled her sensitive little bud with expert precision before sucking it hard into his mouth, flicking and lapping relentlessly.

Then he plunged his tongue inside her slick heat, thrusting deep, fucking her with it in wet, obscene strokes while his nose rubbed against her clit.

"Mmm... , Lan Lan," he murmured against her soaked flesh, voice muffled and dripping with hunger.

"You taste so good. Sweet milk from your mounds and now this delicious, creamy pussy... You’re spoiling me tonight. I could drink from you for hours.