Page 28 of Hunted By the Headless Horseman
You made quite a lovely mess, Belladonna.He gestures to the floor beneath me. If it’s possible, I flush more because I’ve never creamed myself, but the evidence is all over the floor, and my thighs, for that matter. My skin still tingles, and I wonder if it will feel like static for the rest of the night.
“Would you like me to…help, Master, so you don’t um…make a mess of your pants again?”
Thanks to the story and my vivid imagination, I can’t wait to confirm or not confirm all manner of thoughts and theories.
He throbs. Oh, god, he visibly throbs, and my imagination runs wilder.
Soon, my Belle. But not yet. If you touch me now, you won’t leave this bookshop without walking bow-legged.
My eyes widen at the implication. I cup my forehead where a sheen of sweat has grown. There’s little point in putting my leggings back on. It feels like a cool brush of relief to take them and my boots off. Just as I prepare to untuck the dress from the belt, there is Jack. I bite my lower lip and whimper from the sensual act of him taking a handkerchief to my thighs and pussy, wiping the fluids from my skin and privates.
As he rises, I flare out the dress but don’t button it. I’m even more turned on when he places the wet fabric in his breast pocket and says,I will not be washing this. I am savingit for when my head returns, and I will smell the fullness of your sweet and erotic essence.
Before I combust again, I gather up my leggings and boots and take his hand. “Come with me.”
To the ends of the earth…
My heart melts.
12
“Did the Headless Horseman just make a “head” joke?”
JACK
“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” Belle’s voice echoes from the bathroom above the sound of the shower.
Annoyance rises in me, and I tug at the ends of my gloves, flexing my fingers.Quite. As established, when the time comes, with your consent and in the right environment, I have every intention of fucking you until you cannot walk, my Belle.
My member throbs at the image. I know where I wish to claim her, a place she will find more than satisfactory with its ambiance. Ever since our conversation, I have spent my days preparing the manor before reconvening with Belle in the evenings.
I’ve familiarized her room as much as her bookshop. I chuckle because she is quite tidy. Her environment reflects her kind and generous heart. Despite all her belongings, she organizes them with care. Her jewelry is tucked into an antique box with multiple drawers segmented with necklaces in one and rings in the next etc.
Nothing like Catherine. She was chaotic, cluttered, and disorganized, relying endlessly on our staff to clean our rooms. She focused most of her time on maintaining the gardens.
A waft of steamy air blows at my back, and by thunder!—the scent of Belle freshly out of the shower is so potent, I’d swear I have nostrils right now. I used rose oil soap. She smells warm and invigorating like rosemary and cinnamon, a natural autumnal scent. Damnation! Her warmth prowls too much across my form, stirring my manhood to long for her again.
All of me turns still as she clutches my arms, rises on her tiptoes, and kisses the side of my neck. So close to the area I used for her clit. I have no intention of wiping off her juices/ She lingers, her lips touching my skin, and my sinew flexes. Would that I could kiss her.
“It will happen, Jack.” She presses her head to my chest, her wet hair brushing the side of my neck. I care not how she’s dampening my clothes.
Belladonna Holloway…I urge her off me and cup her chin, hearing her sharp inhale. I’ve come to learn how she loves this form of touch.I would never press you. You must understand. Norwould I want you to do this out of urgency, on account of my curse. Regardless of whether we find my heart, I have waited for two centuries to have the opportunity to speak with another being. I’m certain I could wait a year or longer for you. Indeed, quite certain.
“Jack…” Her voice softens, and I rub my thumb along her lower lip. “That’s not why…” She sighs, and I feel the sudden pressing of her lips. “You listen and you listen well, Jackson Elias Moore. Yes, it’s been about a week since I met you. Yes, there is this urgency. But there are two very important things you must know about me.”
I stiffen as her breath grows quicker.
Continue, my Belle.
“The first is never to mistake me for some swooning, fawning girl, who is so desperate for love and validation, she will give herself to anyone. I have high standards, and it’s one reason I’ve had only four dates in the past ten years. And second…”
She trails off, but I sense she’s gathering herself for something more important. I brush my knuckles along her cheek, soothing and encouraging her in my own way.
Sucking in a deep breath, she lowers one hand to thread her fingers through my gloved ones. “For most of my life, I had no choices. Where I could go, what friends I could have, what I had to eat, how I dressed…it was all stripped from me. Now, I am a strong, independent woman, and if I want something, I want something.
“I may be young, but I’m twenty-seven years old. If something comes along that is good, real, unique, dark, raw, beautiful…I don’t give a damn, I will hold onto that with all my being. I’m holding onto you, my Headless Horseman. And I am never letting you go.”
By the Devil, I don’t deserve her. I memorize her words, treasure them in my heart. Her voice was firm and intentional. They did not simply come from her heart. They were born from the strength of her will. I’ve underestimated my precious Belle. Damn me for it.
