Chapter 155 Cold Eyes Are Watching

Hunter’s POV

She was everything.

I gripped her hair, her shoulders, her slim waist; I couldn’t get enough of her. I drove my hardness into her slick core, and it still wasn’t enough.

“Jane,” I groaned, my hands clenching into fists in her perfect black hair. Her hair, the way it should be. The way it had been. I never wanted the illusion – or was it the reality? – to fade. As pretty as her new face was, it wasn’t hers.

Huge blue eyes stared up at me, heated with lust, softened with love. I had never seen Jane look at me like that before, without so much as a drop of hatred in the perfect ocean of her eyes.

My knees bit into the forest floor, bits of twig and dried leaf scrabbling against my skin. My muscles clenched. Sunlight spilled over our joined bodies, kissing us with its heat.

“Perfect,” I grunted. “You’re – perfect.”

She smirked up at me, and then her lips sought out mine again. Our tongues tangled, our hands entwined, and there, in the woods, uncaring who might see or h