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

by Molly Likovich

I reach the edge of the bridge and feel something brush against my side from within my pocket. I reach in and pull out whatever it is. A tarot card Death. I look up over the bridge and see a looming shadow at the other end.

Uh oh

She runs from me, but now that I’ve got her scent, she will never be able to hide.

Oop

I wriggle against him and in doing so I feel something push against my lower back. Oh. Oh. He may not be endowed with a head but he clearly makes up for it in…other departments.

Omg hehe

He releases my hands only to scoop me up, throwing me over his shoulder. “No!” I shout, fighting to have some kind of autonomy here. “Put me down!” He spanks me. Hard. I cry out from the sudden, and unfamiliar pain. “Behave, little mortal. I told you I do not want to punish you, but I will.”

Oop

“You are an inquisitive one, my Arletta.” “I’m not your Arletta.” “Not yet. But you will be. You will see. Fear can turn to love.” “What?” I say in disbelief. “What are you talking about? What do you want?” “I thought that was rather obvious. I want you. And I intend to have you.”

He trails a hand down the column of my throat and I inhale softly. “Mmm, yes, Arletta. I will make you mine. I knew it from the very first moment I sensed you.”

Oop

I remain seated, tits out, before The Headless Horseman. Weirdest Halloween yet, that’s for sure.

Ha

“Impatient to…” “Claim you.” “Oh. By having sex I assume?” 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. “Yes,” Arletta,” he growls. “I have every intention of fucking you relentlessly tonight.”

Oop ok

“Tell me who you truly are,” I whisper. “Tell me your story and then I will fully submit to you.” “Alright, Arletta.”

Ooo

“Is that why you want me?” I ask breathlessly. “Because I’m a witch?” “No, Arletta,” his voice whispers in my ear, leaning his body against mine as he drags his fingers slowly along the outside of my pussy; unabatedly teasing me. “Your soul is vibrant, startlingly so. I want you with or without your magic. I want you because I can see all of you and I can feel that you are meant to be my companion. My mate. I’ve isolated myself for a long time. That ends tonight.”

I was a fool to think a brilliant, beautiful, soulful creature like her could love a mangled monster like me. Maybe I will collect her soul next All Hallows’ Eve. Dead or alive.

Oop damn

I begin to move back and forth, riding him like he’s my very own valiant steed.

Oop she did in fact ride him