Chapter 8

Before she could blink, he'd conjured a crystal and she watched it tumble from his grip while he grabbed hold of her hips and yanked her close. She moaned softly at the sensation of his tongue skirting along her lips, gently seeking entry, and then his mouth and tongue were teasing along her own, turning her core molten.

She felt the gentle tug of his magic, the brush of a current of air, and then she realized they were deliciously naked, with him poised between her open legs, in his bed. He pulled back, grinning faintly, his eyes gleaming, as he kissed along her throat, towards the hollow space between her breasts. She sighed, closing her eyes.

"How bad have you been today, precious?" He whispered, trailing his tongue between the soft globes, his hands gently curling around the flare of her hips, canting her torso up so her breasts rose eagerly towards his mouth.

"Very," she whispered, feeling his tongue draw dangerously close to her left nipple. She whimpered when he simply drug a wet trail around the hardened tip, not quite touching, driving her mad. He chuckled as she squirmed, fisting her hands in the sheets beneath them. "Jareth, please."

"Please what, precious?" He replied, his tone a soft purr, stroking her insides like the swipe of a tongue, making her wet and aching and ready.

"Touch me," she gasped, arching upwards further, pushing her breasts towards his mouth. "Please touch me."

"Anything for you, love," he murmured, dragging his teeth and tongue across her nipple. She screamed, arching, as his hand found the other, rolling it between his fingers. Her core trembled, clenching, aching with the need to have him fill her, demanding more.

Jareth, it seemed, was content to simply tease her, only doing just enough to have her pants shift towards a keening mewling chorus of sounds, her thighs opening wider. He growled, his hands tightening on her hips, as his teeth and tongue slashed against her breast, sending phantom spasms all the way to her core.

"You're very wet, precious. I can smell it. What else do you need, I wonder?" He rasped, starting to lift his body, dragging his lips up her torso once more. She shuddered at the sound of his own breathing, noting the change, his own voice sounding strained.

"I need you in me," she whispered, clutching at his shoulders, urging her hips upwards. "Please, Jareth. Please."

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that," he growled, positioning himself at her entry. She moaned, the sound spilling out of her, feeling the tip of his shaft tease against her. Still, he didn't move, chuckling as she moaned again in protest at his sudden stop.

"Say it again."

She moaned, opening her eyes, staring into Jareth's heated gaze, his face devastatingly handsome to her as it was ravaged by lust. "I want you in me. I want you to fuck me, right now."

He thrust forward so quickly, she screamed, burying himself in to the root. He groaned, finding her mouth with his own, his kisses ravenous, desperate and hungry, as his body moved, driving her rapidly towards completion.

Almost as quickly, he slowed, dragging them both for several minutes just along the razor edge of completion.

"Gods, I love you," he whispered, his expression telling her he was mere seconds from losing control, his hips rocking into hers with a steadily increasing pace once more. His cock throbbed inside her and he drew in a soft hiss, his fingers finding that pert nub and rubbing briskly.

"I love you too, Jareth. I – Oh!" She seized in the middle of her confession, going blind with the sudden sparks that shot through her, tumbling over the edge. She heard his anguished groan, felt his fast thrusts and sudden pause, pressing her into the mattress while her sheath gripped and tugged at his crumbling control, dragging him over the edge with her.

Wrapping her arms around him, she held him in place while he convulsed atop her, whispering she loved him, dragging another climax out of him before he finally sagged in relief.

Epilogue

A few weeks later, Sarah sat by the fire in the bedroom she now shared with Jareth. She was going over the guest list for their upcoming wedding. Jareth walked and with his hands behind his back. "Anything I can assist you with, Precious?"

"No, just going over the guest list." She responded as she looked up. "What do you have behind your back?"

Chuckling, Jareth knelt beside her. "I've brought you a gift." He held a small box out to her.

Opening it, she found a dark blue choker with an emerald attached to it. "You're giving me a collar?" She teased.

"In a way. It was made from the very collar you saved me from." He told her.

"And the emerald?"

"A token of my affection. Consider this a wedding gift, for if it wasn't for you I would have been wearing that forever. Plus if I must be someone's slave, there's only one woman I will happily do that for." Taking it out of the box, she handed it to Jareth, stood, and turned around, lifting her hair out of the way. Jareth stood and placed it around her neck and fastened it for her. When she turned to face him, he wrapped his arms around her. "Perfect." He grinned. "Almost as beautiful as the Queen wearing it."

"Thank you Jareth." He kissed him softly. "I can honestly say I never thought I'd ever let the Goblin King collar me, but I'm glad you have. I'll wear this proudly. I love you."

"And I love you, my Queen."

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