PLAN SUICIDE ON WEDDING NIGHT, VOLUME 2 - Season 4 Episode 30

Ishakan’s eyebrows had risen at the sound of her voice. Approaching Leah, he set down the tray of snacks he had prepared on a table and then caught her chin in his large hand.

“What?” He asked, his eyes searching her face.

Leah was too embarrassed to tell him. The silence stretched, and though she said nothing, Ishakan’s gaze never moved from her face. He never forced her to do anything, but he was very insistent in matters that concerned her health.

Now that she was so heavily pregnant, he was adamant.

There had been so many risks and so many injuries that had weakened her, and she had not been very strong to begin with. Ishakan noticed every detail in her body, and could detect the slightest change.

It was clear that he suspected Leah was hiding something from him, and she could not let him worry. When she finally cracked and confessed, Ishakan burst out laughing.

“Is there anyone who can touch you better than I?” He asked, cocking his head. “Or was there someone else you wanted to touch you?”

Leah caught his hand.

“No, only you.”

Ishakan’s grin was wild and possessive as he squeezed her [email protected] through her clothes. Bending, he lowered his lips to her ear.

“Yes,” he whispered. “I am the only one.”

His fingers tweaked her n!pple. It could not be considered a massage, or anything other than foreplay. Her body ignited at the pleasure of the sensation, and she moaned, unable to contain the sound.

“Ahh…ahhhh…”

Moans escaped her continually as Ishakan undressed her, gazing at her pale, swollen br3asts for a long moment before he bent his head to kiss them.

Her n!pples hardened. Ishakan rubbed them gently with his fingertips, tugging them with his index finger and thumb. Leah tried to push him away, and he kissed her, soothing her. Their tongues twined together.

Suddenly, a strange, tingling sensation rippled through her body, and Leah’s shoulders trembled.

“Ahhh…”

Something was coming out of her. As she looked down in panic, she saw white liquid beading at the tip of her nipple.

It was milk.

Leah was shocked. Even though it was natural, it was so embarrassing, she didn’t see how she could ever get used to it.

Unlike Leah, Ishakan just stared at the milk flowing from her breast, watching as it trickled over his fingers.

Leah didn’t understand why it felt so lascivious. Maybe it was the heat of Ishakan’s gaze, watching as the milk dribbled over his brown skin. It felt as if he were drinking it with his eyes, and her belly tightened inside as he brought his mouth to her br3ast.

“What are you doing…?!”

His lips closed and he sucked so hard on her n!pple, she could hear the noise of his mouth, the sound of swallowing as he drank her down. Ishakan raised his eyes to her face and licked his lips, then licked her reddened n!pple. Her face burned as he looked into her eyes.

“Give me more,” he said.

She had tried to deal with this herself because she had known it would end up this way. Leah caught his face in both her hands.

“No…” she whispered.

But Ishakan didn’t listen. Angling his head, he sucked her other n!pple, drinking.

“Why are you doing this?” Leah asked, blushing so hard she was almost light-headed. Ishakan looked up at her without the slightest change in his face.

“As a father, I must make sure my child will feed well.”

And he began to drink again. Leah’s thighs twitched, pressing together as she moaned involuntarily, covering her red face with her hands.

“You are beautiful, Leah,” he whispered.

She shook her head silently, and Ishakan quickly lifted her up.

“Will you believe me if I show you?”

Turning, he placed them both before the mirror in the corner of the room. Leah’s hand reached to touch its cool surface, and the warm body heat of Ishakan radiated behind her. His hand lifted to cup her br3ast, caressing.

“Let’s do this here.”