Chapter 11

Pov : Amelie

Chapter 11

The air inside the nursery suddenly felt unbearably stuffy. The sweet scent of breast milk seeping through my clothes lingered faintly between us, creating a silence heavy with tension.

Reyvano was still frozen in a kneeling position. His eyes stared directly at the wet stain on my chest before slowly lifting to meet my tear-filled eyes. No words came from his lips for several seconds, as though his mind was trying to process the extraordinary sight before him. As a husband who had accompanied his wife throughout nine months of pregnancy, he knew exactly what the fluid and swelling meant.

“Your...” Reyvano’s voice caught in his throat, sounding hoarse and heavy. “Your breast milk production is excessive, and you’re in pain because of it?”

I bit my lower lip tightly and lowered my head, overwhelmed by embarrassment. I couldn’t bring myself to answer. My stiff little nod was enough to confirm his suspicion.

Seeing my body still trembling violently as I endured the pain, Reyvano’s expression changed drastically. The shock remaining in his eyes immediately gave way to extraordinary tenderness and deep concern. Without asking for permission any longer, the man reached out, slipped one arm beneath my knees and the other behind my back, then lifted me effortlessly.

“Rey... w-what are you doing?” I squeaked in panic, instinctively clutching the collar of his pajamas. “Put me down... I can walk by myself.”

“Be quiet, Amora,” Reyvano said firmly, his voice gentle yet commanding. “Don’t be stubborn when you’re in this much pain.”

He carried me out of the small room and slowly laid me down on the larger bed in the adjoining bedroom. The moment my back touched the mattress, another suppressed moan escaped my lips as the tightness in my chest had yet to subside.

Reyvano sat on the edge of the bed. Without hesitation, his warm fingers deftly undid the buttons of my pajamas one by one, pulling the fabric aside to reveal my swollen, red, and hardened breasts.

My face immediately burned with heat. I blushed intensely and tried to raise my hands to cover my body out of sheer embarrassment. “Rey, don’t... this is embarrassing,” I whispered weakly, turning my face away.

Reyvano gently pushed my hands aside and held them firmly at my sides. He gazed deeply into my eyes, conveying calm through his expression. “Don’t be embarrassed in front of me. I’m your husband, Amora. Let me help ease your pain.”

Before I could protest or refuse his offer, Reyvano had already moved closer. With careful yet certain movements, the man began drawing out the milk that was blocking my ducts, alternating patiently from one side to the other.

The touch of an adult man’s warm lips and tongue against such a sensitive part of my body immediately sent an intense shiver through every nerve in me. My eyes widened instantly. The strange sensation, mixed with the relief of the pressure in my chest beginning to lessen and an unfamiliar tingling in my abdomen, made my thoughts scatter.

“Ah... e-eungh...”

A faint moan escaped unintentionally through my lips. The sound was so embarrassing to my own ears that I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter and bit down hard on my lower lip to suppress it. It was so difficult to describe—the pleasurable sensation was confusing, leaving my entire body feeling weak in an instant.

Reyvano continued patiently, helping release the accumulated milk until the hard swelling in my breasts gradually subsided and the pain slowly disappeared.

However, in the midst of the physical relief I was experiencing, a new problem began to emerge.

As the intimate contact continued and the warmth of our bodies pressed against each other on the bed, I could feel a distinct change in Reyvano. His breathing began to quicken, becoming shorter and heavier against my skin. And what nearly made my heart stop was that I could clearly feel the lower part of Reyvano’s body hardening and pressing firmly against my side with each movement.

The man was struggling desperately to suppress the desire that had risen within him again, caught between his original intention of helping me and the uncontrollable stirrings of his masculinity.

A few moments later, Reyvano raised his head. His face was slightly flushed, and his breathing was still uneven. He wiped the remaining milk from the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, while his eyes fixed on me with an intense, smoldering gaze.

The painful pressure in my chest had completely disappeared. My breathing gradually returned to normal, although my heart was still pounding violently as I realized how dangerous our current position was.

Reyvano brought his face close to my ear, exhaling his warm breath against it before whispering in a low, hoarse, teasing voice, “Tomorrow... I’ll have the head butler buy you the best breast pump available, so you won’t have to suffer like this again.”

All I could do was swallow with difficulty and nod stiffly without daring to look into his eyes for much longer.