I sincerely hope that this long-awaited second chapter lives up to your hopes, dreams and expectations, and I'm sorry that it's a little shorter than the first chapter, but it's pretty much all sex. I suppose that should be a warning, too, so...

WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT

Sarah's eyes closed at the touch of cool fingers on her abdomen. Her skin was on fire and the touch of his fingers was as gentle as the whisper of wings, but burned her straight to her core. She felt lips against her throat and gasped as Jareth lightly nipped her neck.

"Do you like that, Sarah?" he whispered. "Do you want me to take you roughly?" He bit her slightly harder, eliciting another gasp.

"N-no," she breathed, opening her eyes to glare at him.

"Do not lie to me, Sarah," he told her, pressing himself against her until she backed into a wall. His eyes blazed at her, challenging her to disobey him, to fight back.

"No," she told him again, more firmly, molding her body to his.

"So, you would not like it if I did this?" Jareth asked as he snaked a hand under her blouse and pinched one of her nipples. Sarah bit down on her lip to keep another moan from escaping. Her fingernails scraped at the rough stone of the walls in both pleasure and determination. "You would not like it if I took you against this wall?"

"Not at all," she growled at him, fighting of the image of him doing just that. The heat boiling in her veins seemed too much for her to handle. . She reached up and tangled her fingers into his hair in order to pull his mouth down to hers. He resisted for a moment, letting their breath mingle, while he still massaged her breasts. A whimper of frustration escaped Sarah's lips. Jareth crashed his lips onto hers, and Sarah savored the way that he tasted, the way that he felt pressed against her, the way his hands felt as they teased and pinched her into a frenzy. If this night was another fantasy, she wanted to remember it forever. She wanted to revel in the madness that they created. She sucked hard on his lower lip before pinching it with her teeth.

Jareth moaned into her mouth. "I love it when you let yourself go," he confessed when Sarah pulled away to kiss his neck. "It's magnificent when you choose to let yourself run wild and free, to show the empyreal creature you are inside, to play the angel to my goblin king, to-"

"Jareth?"

"Yes, Sarah?"

"Shut-up."

Jareth laughed wickedly. He swept Sarah into his arms, ravaging her mouth, and dropped her, rather unceremoniously onto the bed.

"Hey!" she shouted at his rough treatment. He merely smirked back at her with evil intent in his eyes. He glided on top of her prone body and began kissing her softly on her abdomen. Everywhere that his mouth touched seemed to burn with their combined desires. Each caress of his lips and his touch sent a red-hot tingle to her toes and back up her legs to her thighs. She felt the moisture between her legs and blushed. His fingers deftly undid the button and zipper on her slacks and slid them down her legs, along with her panties and over her heels. She began to slip off heels, but Jareth grabbed her foot.

"No. Leave them," he ordered her. Sarah looked down at her shoes in puzzlement. They were beautiful, in her opinion, but she didn't know what Jareth saw in them. They were actually a guilty pleasure of hers: black four inch heels in patent leather with a thick sole and stiletto heels. It had taken her months to get the courage to wear them into public, but when she was alone in her apartment, she like to wear them and admire the shape of her legs and revel in the sexual part of her nature that they represented.

"Why?" she asked. Jareth simply smirked at her, again, and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Trust me."

Sarah sighed, but didn't argue. She knew that arguing would be useless. And the truth was that, buried deep within her, like her sexuality, she trusted him. A little. Jareth chuckled at her response, and continued kissing her abdomen.

Sarah shot straight up when she felt his mouth against her sex. "What are you doing?" she demanded.

Jareth chuckled. "I asked you to trust me, Sarah. Now, kindly do as I wish, or I will be forced to stop." Sarah eyed him warily, but followed his instructions. He chuckled again and lowered his head.

The next few moments were lost to Sarah in a whirlwind of sensation. He gently lapped at her, licking her slit and caressing her clit with his tongue. Try as she might, she could not stop her moans from escaping. Then his tongue delved inside of her, probing her and massaging her and she fought the urge to scream. She lost the battle when he took all of he inside of his mouth and sucked gently, his devilish tongue still massaging her. Her body convulsed as a wave of pleasure rushed through her body. Jareth finally raised his head to smirk at her.

"Do you see what happens when you do as I say?"

Sarah laughed, feeling less desperate but still seeking satisfaction. "You will be my slave?"

"Willingly, Sarah. Oh so willingly."

Sarah smiled and closed her eyes. "Fine then, slave, please me."

"I've been waiting forever to hear you say those words."

"Not long at all," Sarah said wistfully. She heard a rustling of fabric. Jareth's deft hands slid her blouse over her head, but she still did not open her eyes, reveling in the feeling of being beneath his hands. He took his time, worshiping each newly revealed inch of skin with his hand and his mouth, licking and kissing and biting her flesh, working her into another turmoil.

He lowered his lips to hers once again, pressing himself against her. All of his cool flesh was laid bare against her, just as her heat seared him to the bone. With achingly slow precision, seeming to revel in each minute movement, Jareth entered her.

Sarah moaned again, louder than before at feeling him inside of her. It was as though he were molded to perfectly fit inside of her, stretching and expanding her, pushing her to the limit of pleasure but never falling of the precipice into pain. It was exquisite and beautiful. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, seeking some release for her ecstasy.

Jareth began rocking on top of her and she thought she might lose her mind. "Oh, God."

Jareth's throaty chuckle sounded in her ear. "Not quite, but I'm willing to let you call me that for now." His tempo increased with each successive thrust, creating delicious friction and fueling her inferno of desire.

Sarah's eyes flew open, desperate now to see him, not just feel him. She had to see his lopsided smirk lost in a look of pure rapture. She would die if she didn't know how his hair cascaded down his pale shoulders. She took in the sight of his hard, slim abdomen moving on top of her in pleasure. The sight of the two of them joined pushed her closer to release, but it was not enough. She wrapped her legs around him in order to push him deeper inside of her. Her moaning was escalating in volume now, and she realized that she had been joined by his deep, tenor moans as well.

"Yes, Sarah. Yes." Her heels scraped against his back, but it only fueled him. Sarah arched her back, thrusting her breasts into him. Her hot, peaked nipples rubbed against his smooth, cool chest. His mismatched eyes stared at her wickedly, like she was a work of art that he was planning to steal. She realized that he had already succeeded in stealing her. There was nowhere she could run now, because he was exerting his power over her, and she lost herself in him. She was his now and forever. It was no use fighting him anymore, because only he could put out the fire in her veins. Only he could fan the flames of her passion and let them burn out, leaving them to smolder before they consumed her.

"Please, Jareth," she moaned.

"Tell me what you wish, Sarah."

"Harder, faster."

Jareth obliged.

Sarah screamed out his name as she climaxed, her walls clenching down on him, milking him as he had drained her. Jareth finished soon after, exploding deep within her and causing her to orgasm again at the feel of his seed inside her. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. For a few moments, neither of them moved. Her thighs were sore, but Sarah felt deliciously satisfied. The both released groans as he unsheathed himself from her and rolled away. Eventually, she turned to face Jareth, who was staring at her boldly, obviously not ashamed of his nudity or hers. Long legs drifted into a perfectly defined abdomen and an immaculate member. His long arms begged to fold themselves around her, while his fingers promised a thousand wicked delights. Sarah sighed happily and moved closer to snuggle into his chest.

"Sleep, Sarah," he whispered to her. She did as she was told, laying her cheek against his cool arm and feeling Jareth wrap his arms around her.

"'m only doing this 'cause I wanna," she informed him after a minute of pure contentment, speech slurred from the effort of not falling into a deeply satisfied sleep.

The only response was a satisfied, sleepy laugh.