Elara's Pov

It wasn't a choice anymore. Not for him, and not for me. My body had learned his needs just as a compass learns true north. It wasn't about sex, not entirely. That was the storm, the wild, consuming fire between us. This was the quiet after the storm, the deep, fundamental truth of our bond. He needed my milk, and I was made to give it. It had become the core of our intimacy, a language spoken without words, understood in the deep pull of his mouth and the slow, humming peace that settled over me.