Page 68 of Hunted By the Headless Horseman
I grip my chest, my heart pounding, thundering through me like a warning, a familiar one for what is aboutto happen.
When our releases are done, he pulls out, resting his still-hard and throbbing cock against my backside. My whole body trembles, every nerve ending tingling like lightning struck them. He’s holding me through the aftershocks. Every part of me has turned to hot liquid.
My knees give out. Jack catches me, sweeps me off my feet, kisses my brow, and carries me toward the manor. His lips open to kiss my brow.
“I am Belladonna Claire Moore,” he murmurs deeply, beautifully.
With all my heart and soul, I sigh against my Headless Horseman and whisper, “I am Jackson Elias Moore.”
My adrenaline takes a nosedive.
I pass out in his arms.
26
I’ll never let him take her
JACK
An hour later, Belle begins to wake with her head on my chest, her hair like a mahogany halo all around me. The scent of rose oil and vanilla fills my senses this time. And my pipe smoke, of course.
Her warmth nestles against me as I remain upright with my back against the bed frame, the pipe balanced between my lips, glowing faintly with each inhale. It’s become a pattern to bathe her after she’s passed out—a pattern and an honor to care for and cherish her. This time, I made sure to rub healing oil into her anus and sweet quim.
The necessary darkness, thick and absolute, presses in from every side like a blanket drawn over us.
Belle’s soft breathing mingles with the rhythmic crackle of my pipe. Smoke unfurls and twists in the air, tracing lazy spirals around my face, a face she cannot see.
With one arm draped around her, I stroke soft circles along her back.
The sheets rustle as she shifts closer, her right arm coiling around my lower chest. She can’t quite reach around. Too petite compared to my height and muscles. My fingers pause as her soft breasts rub against me more, the nipples hardening. My God!—how I love her touch. Like lightning skittering along my skin, the chemistry between us shivers up my spine, a subtle thrum pulsating through me. I can almost imagine, can nearly feel my heart beating in my chest like little rolls of distant thunder. The aftermath of our lovemaking still heats my veins. I’ve never felt more at peace—more at home.
She is my forever home.
The taste of tobacco mingles with the faint saltiness of sweat on my lips, and I savor it, grounding myself in the sensory details of this moment—her warmth, the scent of her hair, the way her breath hitches as she places tender kisses along my chest.
“You’re so sexy smoking that pipe,” she murmurs, scraping her teeth along my right nipple. My staff twitches.
“Woman, let me rest and enjoy this moment,” I chuckle and lower my head to kiss her brow. “You’re insatiable.”
“Your fault…” she teases, licking around the tip.
Fuck, if she keeps doing that, I’ll never get any rest. It will take nothing to rouse me.
Through the dim light, I can make out the sight of her hair, how beautiful she is. Her hair is damp and mussed from the bath, eyes half-lidded, her lips slightly swollen as she trains them along my flesh. She is a living ember, glowing, and I bask in that warmth.
I draw in inhales of her along with my pipe tobacco, feeling her heat seep into my bones. And sending more blood to my cock. But despite her appetite, Belle requires rest, too. Her needs come first. Her wants come second. She is mine. And I care for what is mine.
“How do you feel?” I ask her, tracing slow circles along her back again.
“Hungry.”
I roll my eyes at her sweet little moan and take another drag of my pipe, diverting attention from my hardening length. “You will tell me how you feel, Belladonna.” She stiffens at my stern voice, the voice of her “Sir”.
A moment later, she melts against me, sighing heavily. How she submits so easily—as if I’ve trained her for years vs. weeks—never ceases to awe me.
I smirk at the bit of stubbornness she shows when she bites her lower lip, hesitating before she says, “I’m…sore. But in a good way,” she adds quickly.
“I took you like a beast, my Belle.” I lift my hand to comb my fingers through her hair.
