I wrapped one arm around her waist and the other hand found her throat again, lighter this time, just enough pressure to feel her pulse hammering against my palm at a rate that couldn't possibly be healthy. Her hips were moving in tight circles, grinding down onto me with the focused intensity of someone who had found the exact angle that worked and refused to deviate by a single degree.
My mouth found her breast one last time.
The milk hit my tongue in a warm rush, dark and rich and purely Addison, and I drank deep while my hips drove up into her and her body squeezed me with everything she had left.
\[You drink a mouthful of milk from a Silver-tier target. As a result, you get 50 points!\]
The System notification was background noise to the real event happening in my nervous system.
