The Scorned Luna-Chapter 36: Old Sofia

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."

Sofia arched her back, her fingers digging into his scalp as waves of heat crashed through her. She could feel him throbbing against her, and down below, she was already slick and aching for him. She didn’t understand why her body felt so ready, so used to him, but she didn’t care.

Damien didn’t hesitate. He tore away the rest of her clothes and shoved his sweatpants down his hips. He lifted her with ease, his muscles flexing as he guided her legs around him. He looked into her eyes, seeing nothing but love reflected there, and then he pushed into her in one deep, smooth thrust.

Even though they had done this hours before, she felt incredibly tight, her body molding around him as if it were the very first time.

"Ah... Damien!" Sofia cried, her head falling back as he filled her completely. She clung to his shoulders, her breath breaking into a sob of pleasure. "It hurts... but it feels so good. I love you... I love you so much."

Damien groaned, burying his face in her neck as he began to move. He hated himself, but he couldn’t stop. He pushed into her again and again, his heart breaking with every thrust because he knew that when she woke up next, this love would be gone, replaced by the memory of the monster he had become.

Suddenly, he stopped thrusting and laid her back against the cool silk sheets, the moonlight catching the sweat that glistened on her skin. He didn’t rush. He wanted to memorize this version of her—the one that wasn’t afraid of him.

He settled between her legs and lifted one soft, rounded thigh over his shoulder, exposing her fully to his gaze. He entered her again, but this time it was agonizingly slow. He watched her face as he slid back in, seeing the way her lips parted and her eyes fluttered shut in pure, unadulterated bliss.

"Look at me, Sofia," he rasped, his voice vibrating with a depth of emotion he couldn’t hide.

She opened her eyes, hazy and dark with lust. He began to move, a rhythmic, grinding pace that prioritized her pleasure over his own release. With his free hand, he reached down between them. His thumb found her clitoris, circling it with a steady, firm pressure while his cock filled her deep.

Sofia let out a high, keening moan, her fingers digging into the muscles of his arms. "Damien... it’s too much... I can’t..."

"You can," he whispered, leaning down to nip at the sensitive skin of her neck. "Feel everything, Sofia. Feel how much I’ve wanted you."

The friction was perfect. He could feel the internal ripples of her body beginning to tighten around him as she neared her peak. He picked up the pace just a little, his thrusts becoming more focused, hitting the spot that made her toes curl and her back arch off the bed. Soft sighs and frantic whispers of his name spilled from her lips, her body blooming under his touch like a flower in the sun.

As the heat in the room reached a fever pitch, Damien felt his own control slipping. The pleasure was no longer just physical; it was a soul-deep ache. He felt the familiar surge of his seed, the primal urge to claim her.

He began to pull back, his jaw tight as he prepared to release away from her. But Sofia, lost in the haze of her first "true" experience, wasn’t ready to let him go. She moved with a sudden, bold grace. She scrambled onto her knees, her heavy breasts swaying as she reached out and caught him with her small, warm hands.

Damien let out a choked sound, his head falling back. "Sofia, what are you—"

She didn’t answer with words. She leaned forward, her hair brushing against his thighs, and took his cock into her mouth. The sensation was an electric shock to his system. He had been with many women, but none had ever looked at him with such pure, worshipful intent. She used her tongue in a way she must have only read about, a mix of innocence and desperate hunger that shattered his last bit of restraint.

Damien’s hands flew to her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands as he bucked his hips. He couldn’t hold back. He groaned her name.

Sofia didn’t flinch. She took all of him, her eyes meeting his as he finished, showing him a level of devotion that made him want to weep.

When it was over, he pulled her up and tucked her under his chin. He held her as if she were made of glass, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ear.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice slurring with exhaustion as the healer’s predicted sleep finally began to pull her under. "Always."

Damien didn’t say it back.

The words lodged in his throat, sharp and suffocating. He couldn’t give her that lie—not when he knew what awaited her when she woke. Instead, he tightened his arms around her fragile body, as if holding her hard enough could somehow stop the coming dawn.

He stared at the flickering shadows on the stone wall, counting the slow rise and fall of her chest, listening to the quiet rhythm of her breathing. At that moment, she was his Sofia—the girl who loved him without fear.

He stayed like that, unmoving, waiting for the sun to rise and return the version of her who would look at him with hatred in her eyes—and never say those words again.