Riding The Headless Horseman (Sexy Sleepy Hollow, #1)

by Molly Likovich

She runs from me. They always run.

My soulless body craves her body, so full of life and passion. She is more soulful than any other creature in this pitiful excuse for a town.

He’s exerting the lightest, most feathery touches and somehow it’s driving me more insane than if he were being rough with me.

He suddenly dips a hand between my thighs and I gasp again. I feel slightly appalled to realize how wet I am. I’m aroused by a monster from legend. Figures.

“That’s it,” he says, using his other hand to smooth down my hair, “give in.” I do. I absolutely do.

That was the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had and he hasn’t even properly fucked me yet.

I really do prefer him with a head, I must admit.