Jayson’s POV

My Bride gazed at me, pure female lust searing her golden eyes. Her pink lips parted like a pair of roses blossoming in the spring, and a moan of pleasure tore out of her.

She was the most stunning thing I’d ever seen. I still remembered the first time I’d laid my eyes on her, her beauty striking me like dark lightning.

She was different at this age. Her lovely form remained the same, but for the first time, she held humanity. It clothed her in layers, making her softer ...