Page 50 of Hunted By the Headless Horseman
How did I end up on my back with his strong hands holding my wrists above my head while he grinds and drives his member so deep in me, it triggers another climax!
I’m swept away, forever longing for his face.
He is something else at this moment. He is the highwayman, the power and the force punishing those who committed the worst crimes of humanity. He unleashes it all into me, pouring all his depravity, all his darkness and demons, and every beautifully broken piece of himself. And I, his demanding vessel.
If I can love without a heart, without a head…Three deep thrusts. He rocks my entire body.
—then let it be said that I loved you, Belladonna Holloway…Two great thrusts. He rattles my heart from its cage, claiming it for his own.
—with all that I am. My long-lost heart.One mighty thrust. Jackson Elias Moore, my Headless Horseman, sweeps in to steal my very soul.
And my soul.
He looks me in the eye. I feel his gaze on me. A man starved. A man thirsting. A highwayman. A thief. A vigilante. A lover. A husband and father. A warrior. I feel him everywhere.
He ejects, his crown poised at my entrance.
“Jack?” I whisper.
“My Belle.” I hold my breath, and my heart stops. “Belladonna ClaireMoore.”
“Jack! Jack, did you?—”
He slams inside me.
Yes, a thousand times, yes!I bless every bit of theburning pain as he ravishes me, ravages me, until he haunts me everywhere with his kiss just as he’d vowed.
All night long, he feasts and worships until I know what it feels like to be an angel, a goddess, and a woman.
And I know that every star-crossed lover, every hopeful spirit, and every magical element in the world…shivers from our love.
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She is the huntress of my heart
JACK
It’s an hour till dawn.
I’ve given Belle brief respites to keep her hydrated, but aside from this, I’ve lived up to my vow.
I still require her to be naked for me, sitting on my lap as I tip the glass to her mouth before reclaiming those swollen, pouty lips.
I cannot be separated from her. She cannot be parted from me. Such a bond transcends the flesh. She is not simply locked inside me. She is a part of my essence, an unstoppable force, carved into my spirit like ancient runes of fate. Woven into my very bone marrow, she is the blood in my veins, the whisper in my mind, and the alchemy of my being.
My cock knows it most. Bloody devil dick won’t go down. She’s broken me. Irreparably. I am enjoying every moment of returning the favor. With Belle, my stamina is endless, the fire in me unquenchable. My addiction and my freedom.
“Jack,” she murmurs once she finishes the water. Her soft breasts press against my chest from where I’ve draped her across my lap. I tip her jaw back, savoring her whimper as I drag my lips along the porcelain skin I’ve already marked. “I’m covered in?—”
“You’re covered inme,” I growl, pick her up, and set her on the vintage butcher block counter…then drive myself inside her sweet, supple flesh, beyond slick for me. She lurches, gasping, then moaning from desire. “It will stay that way for as long as I choose, Belle.”
She is my beloved bookworm and my wild woman. Beautiful thick curls rendered to a mess of waves, her skin salted by our sweat and my seed, seed she was more than happy to lap up or drink her fill of.
Capturing her lips again, I decorate the inside of her fatigued mouth with my tongue. Her whimpers and soft cries of want only get me harder, stronger.
Nothing short of a beast off his collar has been unleashed within me. The hunger refuses to be satiated. My need for her won’t fade. Every inch of her pleads to be kissed, tongued, and bitten, marked by her hunter. Mine alone to hunt.
I fuck her on the staircase next. Earlier, I’d taken her whilesitting in my antique wingback chair, rocking her up and down until I’d filled her with my release and triggered hers.
