Chapter 140 Claiming Him

Jane’s POV

The kiss was electric. He groaned against me, like a man lost that had finally been found. His hands were everywhere the second they touched me, firm but gentle, desperate but considerate.

Sparks flew in my heart.

Sparks that kindled the fire burning in my belly.

I grabbed his hair – that perfectly tousled dark hair – and yanked his mouth against mine, harder, harder, harder, feeling the clash of our teeth and the soft press of his lips. His tongue slipped in, probing, careful, and I met it with vigour.

This was nothing like the sweet, playful kisses we’d shared as Jane and Colin. He was Hunter now, and I Eremita, and Eremita, as it turned out, was seriously angry.

And seriously turned on.

The clash going on within me mirrored the clash of our external bodies. My heart and throbbing core were aching for him, but my brain was screaming at me to hurt him or get out. The hatred in me relished in every painful pull of his hair, in the way my fingers curled into it and tugged h