Page 49 of Hunted By the Headless Horseman
“You don’t belong in hell, Jack.”
He pauses at my throat, his breath so heavy and heated. In one crushing, burning kiss, he obliterates the world until all that exists is us. “Then, take me to heaven with you, my angel.”
He thrusts again. Kissing me deeper. Fucking me deepest. I spread my hips and receive him, softening every edge, every shard, every last piece of myself that existed before. It’s all gone. Because there could never be a me without Jackson Elias Moore. My Headless Horseman.
Bodies pressed against one another, I squeeze my legs around him more, rolling my hips until we find our rhythm. Steady and slow but so powerful. The strength he gives me threatens to overthrow my weak heart. My soaked flesh smolders. I gasp into his mouth, breaths quickening.
And then, Jack grips my chin and purrs, “Breathe, my Belle.” He touches his other hand to my chest, to my hammering heartbeat. “Breathe for me, my beautiful summoner.”
Anytime my gasps start to shred, he taps my chest again, steadying me, calming me.
I set him as a seal on my heart and emblazon it into my spirit.
You bear magic within your soul, Belle,I remember his words.
With him still seated in me, rocking slow but deep and hard like the distant rhythm of thunder, I keep one hand on his face and capture the one at my chest.
“Jackson Elias Moore, if I bear magic within my soul, know that it has waited all my life…for you. You hold the magic in my soul.”
He throbs, and I hiss as he impossibly thickens inside me. I squeeze his hand. For the first time, I touch my lips to his cheek, reveling in the muscle ticking in his jaw.
“My Jack, my heart may beat weakly, but it isyours to have and hold…forever. If love and hope are eternal, then no spell, no force in this world could ever separate me from you.”
I kiss his other cheek. He goes utterly still as I breathe across his beautifully masculine face. The bond between us is raw but deep and timeless.
I may be bound to one curse, but I am an utter and willing slave to the spell you have placed upon me.
“If you are under my spell, then I am under yours, my Headless Horseman. I never wish to be parted from you. So, it appears we are stuck together…in every sense of the word!” A warm ripple purls through me at the literal definition of our current place, but I don’t laugh. Because…
Silence.
His breaths are heavier. All his muscles have bulged with undeniable, unspeakable tension. Oh, god, did I break him or something? I thread our fingers together, whisper his name, and brush my lips against his. He throbs again. I whimper.
“Belladonna Holloway.”
I rise. Suspended in this moment. His face inches from mine. So dark, he is barely a silhouette. Like a phantom making love to me in the night.
“I’m here, Jack. I’ll always be here,” I say softly, echoing not just his words from the beginning of our fucking and lovemaking but from the beginning when I held him as he grieved for his family.
Grief and love make such a beautiful couple. A mourner and a bride. The tragic romance kindles every manner of deep emotion, and I want to live inside it, live inside Jack.
“Belladonna. Claire. Holloway.”
His grip on me hardens. And then, his hand is coiling around my neck as he takes my mouth, lips crushing and forcing and fucking.
“Something is wrong,” he growls, kissing me again, hammering into me, ruining me for all others. I can’t contrive a single reason why anything is wrong when he’s ripping a firestorm right through me.
He is thunder. I am the shooting star dancing to his beat.
He is black, punishing leather. I am the soft, pale hand slipping into his, prepared for the punishment.
He is a dark and weathered coat. I am a light and lacy corset ready for him to unravel.
He is the sharpness of a double-edged sword. I am the delicate crystal shimmering with light and manifesting beauty and energy.
He is the Phantom mask. I am…
…I am…thebridalveil he lifts to unveil my face while his true one is lost to me.
