After opening the bottle he took a careful sip from it, savored the taste on his tongue and then proceeded to drink the entire contents down. The milk was rich and creamy, it was almost a shame to drink it so quickly, but it tasted best when still warm. “You produce the sweetest milk,” he told her.
“Thank you.”
He reattached the bottle and then unscrewed the other, taking another careful sip, examining its flavor. “Very sweet.” He smiled. “You don’t taste yourself enough. Open your mouth.”
It was silly to resist or refuse. Angelica opened her mouth and he carefully brought the bottle to her lips, tilting it up and carefully pouring the milk into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the bottle’s opening and carefully swallowed every drop. Knowing there was supposed to be an element of
