She craved the warmth- the deep, satisfying pull of full breasts against her lips. He watched, mesmerized, as the first drops glistened. A primal thirst surged through him. He yearned to feel that rich sweetness. Every nerve ending tingled as her nipple hardened. He knew he had to have it- all of it. He latched on around her swollen breast, pulling hard. The milky flood began. Her body arched, a silent testament to the pleasure. Every drop was a promise of more. He drank until he was full- utterly sated. But the craving would return. It always did. He knew he'd be back for more of her intoxicating breast milk.