Ethan's POV
I was losing my grip on reality. I made a low sound in my throat, a growl that was pure wolf, as I reached for the neckline of her maid's gown. I pulled the fabric down, exposing her pale, smooth shoulders. I didn't wait; I buried my face in her neck, sucking on the soft skin there, marking her as mine before I even moved lower.
"Mate..." she whimpered, and the sound of those words sent a jolt of pure electricity to my gut.
I moved my mouth lower, my breath hot against her skin. I reached for the lace of her bra, popping her breasts free. They were perfect—firm, tipped with pink, and aching for my touch. I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, swirling my tongue around the peak until she cried out, her back arching off the stone wall. I was going wild. A voice in the back of my head told me to be a gentleman, to take her somewhere soft, but I couldn't stop. She was like a tonic in my blood, a drug I had been starving for my entire life.
