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Black Widow
Black Widow by Terry Wright
Justin Graves Horror Series, book 3, short story.
6090 words, 34 pages
She’s hot. She’s sexy. A lover! Insatiable! Unsatisfied! Pissed off and deadly. Justin Graves comes back from the dead to stop the Black Widow before she kills again. Book 3 of the Justin Graves Horror short stories, written by Terry Wright.
Excerpt:
In the shadows, she waited, her long legs tantalizingly spread across her silken bed. She couldn’t see him in the darkness beyond her doorway, but she knew he was out there: watching her, calculating his next move, betting on his chances for love.
Her heart skipped at the thought of what he would do to her. Touch her. Caress her. Take her. If he was strong, he could. If he was daring, he would. If he knew how desperately she needed his affections, he wouldn’t keep her waiting long.
Teasingly, she twitched her legs. The silken bed shimmied beneath her curvaceous body.
He didn’t appear.
Again. A twitch, this time with more intensity. More desire. More need.
Last night, under a sliver of moonlight, she’d seen him. A brief glimpse. Mostly a blur. He’d surprised her and made her jump.
He bolted.
Oh, what a tease he was. Intriguing her. Testing her. Making her long for him so deeply.
Tonight, she hoped, he’d venture closer. Climb into her bed of lust. Partake of her sweetness. Her body. Her love. How she desired to meet him. To smell him. To taste him.
She’d been alone for so long, struggling with the hardships of life. Love was never far from her mind, that warm coil inside her ever tightening, begging to be released in the ecstasy of true love, passion, and satisfaction. Could he be the one, the only one, to take her that high and hold her up there for so long?
But why did he make her wait like this, in torment? Torturous torment. Alone...
A blur of motion stopped her musing. He was there. She sensed him in the shadows. His breath. His aura. Coming closer. Stealthily.
Her heart raced with anticipation. She twitched her legs, frantically this time. Please, please, let this be the night.
A vibration on the bed made her body tremble. He was behind her now but not close enough. She had to force herself to remain still in spite of her instinct to turn and face him. He’d surely run away. She didn’t want that to happen again. Not tonight. Not now.
Another vibration on the bed excited her. Yes! He was creeping closer. Her body oozed endorphins of love, flowing hot and smooth through her limbs. She breathed deep and slow. If she could quell her impatience, this encounter could end so sweetly.
She closed her eyes and twitched her legs again, just once, tenderly this time, hoping that he would play her lover’s game. He had to know that his presence excited her... that she was willing to see this mating through to the end, to the scrumptious, fulfilling end.
He was right behind her now, his body vibrations strumming a love song on her heavenly silken bed. His presence was driving her wild, making her crazy with desire and the hope of finally finding the one who would carry her to the edge of total bliss and fling her over the side.
Oh, please! Do it to me now!
His touch felt soft and sincere, stroking her back, paralyzing her in place. She didn’t dare move, didn’t dare turn, didn’t dare look at him, for fear he’d flee. She could only imagine his slim and toned body...
He mounted her from the rear. Blood coursed through her body in hot waves. He was the one. She just knew it.
Don’t make me wait. Please take me. Take me. Take me.
No brutal a lover there ever was. So quickly he had penetrated her, so hard, so fast, but
so quickly he had filled her and finished.
No! No! No, don’t stop!
But he was done. And he was leaving. She felt suddenly cold and alone. Again! Was that all he had to give her?
What about me? What about my feelings, my desires, my satisfaction?
He didn’t answer. He had nothing for her, not even a word. Not a, ‘Thank you.’ Not a, ‘That was great!’ He just turned his back on her as if she were nothing but a
receptacle for his seed.
You prick!
She spun around. There he was, the little bastard, running off without as much as a look back. Anger tore through her body, a rage that had to be satisfied. Now! She pounced on him hard and fast and sunk poison-spewing fangs into his spineless back…
Justin Graves Horror Series, book 3, short story.
6090 words, 34 pages
She’s hot. She’s sexy. A lover! Insatiable! Unsatisfied! Pissed off and deadly. Justin Graves comes back from the dead to stop the Black Widow before she kills again. Book 3 of the Justin Graves Horror short stories, written by Terry Wright.
Excerpt:
In the shadows, she waited, her long legs tantalizingly spread across her silken bed. She couldn’t see him in the darkness beyond her doorway, but she knew he was out there: watching her, calculating his next move, betting on his chances for love.
Her heart skipped at the thought of what he would do to her. Touch her. Caress her. Take her. If he was strong, he could. If he was daring, he would. If he knew how desperately she needed his affections, he wouldn’t keep her waiting long.
Teasingly, she twitched her legs. The silken bed shimmied beneath her curvaceous body.
He didn’t appear.
Again. A twitch, this time with more intensity. More desire. More need.
Last night, under a sliver of moonlight, she’d seen him. A brief glimpse. Mostly a blur. He’d surprised her and made her jump.
He bolted.
Oh, what a tease he was. Intriguing her. Testing her. Making her long for him so deeply.
Tonight, she hoped, he’d venture closer. Climb into her bed of lust. Partake of her sweetness. Her body. Her love. How she desired to meet him. To smell him. To taste him.
She’d been alone for so long, struggling with the hardships of life. Love was never far from her mind, that warm coil inside her ever tightening, begging to be released in the ecstasy of true love, passion, and satisfaction. Could he be the one, the only one, to take her that high and hold her up there for so long?
But why did he make her wait like this, in torment? Torturous torment. Alone...
A blur of motion stopped her musing. He was there. She sensed him in the shadows. His breath. His aura. Coming closer. Stealthily.
Her heart raced with anticipation. She twitched her legs, frantically this time. Please, please, let this be the night.
A vibration on the bed made her body tremble. He was behind her now but not close enough. She had to force herself to remain still in spite of her instinct to turn and face him. He’d surely run away. She didn’t want that to happen again. Not tonight. Not now.
Another vibration on the bed excited her. Yes! He was creeping closer. Her body oozed endorphins of love, flowing hot and smooth through her limbs. She breathed deep and slow. If she could quell her impatience, this encounter could end so sweetly.
She closed her eyes and twitched her legs again, just once, tenderly this time, hoping that he would play her lover’s game. He had to know that his presence excited her... that she was willing to see this mating through to the end, to the scrumptious, fulfilling end.
He was right behind her now, his body vibrations strumming a love song on her heavenly silken bed. His presence was driving her wild, making her crazy with desire and the hope of finally finding the one who would carry her to the edge of total bliss and fling her over the side.
Oh, please! Do it to me now!
His touch felt soft and sincere, stroking her back, paralyzing her in place. She didn’t dare move, didn’t dare turn, didn’t dare look at him, for fear he’d flee. She could only imagine his slim and toned body...
He mounted her from the rear. Blood coursed through her body in hot waves. He was the one. She just knew it.
Don’t make me wait. Please take me. Take me. Take me.
No brutal a lover there ever was. So quickly he had penetrated her, so hard, so fast, but
so quickly he had filled her and finished.
No! No! No, don’t stop!
But he was done. And he was leaving. She felt suddenly cold and alone. Again! Was that all he had to give her?
What about me? What about my feelings, my desires, my satisfaction?
He didn’t answer. He had nothing for her, not even a word. Not a, ‘Thank you.’ Not a, ‘That was great!’ He just turned his back on her as if she were nothing but a
receptacle for his seed.
You prick!
She spun around. There he was, the little bastard, running off without as much as a look back. Anger tore through her body, a rage that had to be satisfied. Now! She pounced on him hard and fast and sunk poison-spewing fangs into his spineless back…
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First published November 23, 2010
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About the author
Terry Wright
104 books7 followersThere’s nothing mundane in the writing world of Terry Wright. Tension, conflict and suspense propel his readers through the pages as if they were on fire. Published in Science Fiction, Supernatural, and Horror, his mastery of the action thriller has won him International acclaim as an accomplished screenplay writer. A member of the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers since 1998, he ran their annual Colorado Gold Writing Contest for six years, received their coveted Jasmine Award in 2012, and was nominated for Writer of the Year in 2014. Terry is also the editor at TWB Press, specializing in science fiction, supernatural, horror, and thriller genres, plus Amore Moon Publishing for Romance and Erotica. A Vietnam veteran, he's a Harley Davidson enthusiast and rides with HOG Denver Chapter and The American Legion Riders post 178. He lives in Lakewood, Colorado, with his wife, Bobette. Visit his Web sites at http://www.terrywrightbooks.com and http://www.twbpress.com
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