His wolf howled inside his mind, possessive and territorial. He knew he should stop, knew he was crossing a line he could never come back from, but the hunger was too great. He wanted this version of her—the Sofia who loved him without fear—to belong to him completely, even if only for this night.
A low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest as he gripped the front of her scratchy maid uniform. With a sharp snap of inhuman strength, he tore the fabric straight down the middle, exposing her beautiful, heavy breasts to the cool air. Sofia gasped in surprise, a soft cry slipping from her lips, but it quickly melted into a breathless moan as Damien bent his head. He took one dark nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, while his thumb circled and teased the other.
"You're so beautiful," he rasped against her skin. "So perfect."
