OK guys, and here is chapter 15. Jareth was in a really bad mood at the start of this chapter!! I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him. Well at least he may have got it out of his system now. I wouldn't count on it though *smiles wickedly. So anyway, I would just like to take this opportunity to announce, for those of you who haven't already guessed it, how much I LOVE David Bowie. He is so talented and amazing.

Anyway, back to the story. Hope you enjoy, please please please, read and review. Love you all. xxx

When Sarah opened her eyes the cold underground dawn was yet to make its appearance at the bedroom window. The sky was crossed in folds of heavy, grey cloud, as though frozen in the moments before a storm. Sarah pulled the covers up to her chin and rolled over to snuggle up against Jareth's warm body. But he wasn't there. Sarah stared at the empty space in the bed before lifting the covers, as though he might have been hiding somewhere near the bottom. The bed was completely devoid of Goblin Kings.

Sarah sat up in bed and glanced round the room. The fire had recently been built up and, Sarah breathed a sigh of relief, in an armchair, the fire light playing spookily over his countenance, sat Jareth. One ankle was crossed over his knee and his fingers were splayed over the plush velvet arms of the chair. He was staring intently into the fire, wrapped in his regal green dressing gown, which was tied loosely round his waist, falling open to expose most of his chest. His brow was furrowed with thought as he stared into the flames, as though seeking to find an elusive answer to some impossible question.

"Jareth?" Sarah spoke the name with concern etched on her features.

He did not rise, but turned his head to her, fire dancing in his mismatched eyes, expression unreadable, giving him an even more inhuman air than that which he usually carried.

"Sarah," he said, his voice smooth, "why are you awake? You should be asleep, resting after the ball."

Sarah looked into his eyes, looked into the flames that leapt and danced in them. She involuntarily shuddered.

"I woke and you weren't there. I was worried."

His expression deepened and she wondered what was going through his mind. A spark from the fire shot upwards and she saw it reflected in his eyes, concealing his feelings behind the mask of flame. Without meaning to, she shuddered again.

He shifted in his chair, uncrossing his legs and opening his arms to her. The firelight danced in his medallion where it lay across his chest.

"Your concern is touching. I could not sleep and, not wanting to disturb you, I came here to think." His voice was expressionless, but Sarah thought she caught a gleam, almost predatory, in his eye before it was once again consumed in flames. "But you are cold," he stated, "come here to the fire and warm yourself." He held out his arms again.

For some reason Sarah was unaccountably nervous. Perhaps it was the fire creating illusions in his eyes, or perhaps her own imagination was playing tricks on her, but she was sure that the gleam had returned to his eyes, burning behind the flame as he stared at her. Something akin to ...hunger? Finding herself unable to look away from the forceful draw of his eyes she rose and crossed to where he sat. The swirling around her thighs showed her that as she had left the bed, he had dressed her and by glancing down found that it was a black, tight night dress which stopped mid thigh and had buttons down the front.

Jareth held Sarah's gaze steadily as she walked towards him, hypnotising her with the intensity of his stare. In comparison to the light items he had dressed her in thus far since her return to the underground, the black night dress was much harsher. The low V neck accentuated her breasts as it plunged down between them, and the skirt showed off her shapely legs perfectly. The stern, sombre feel of it reflected his mood. Tonight he felt he was looking at his prey, drawing it to him through the power of fascination, only to devour it if it came too close. His lips parted slightly, showing the tips of his pointed teeth.

As Sarah reached Jareth she finally managed to tear her gaze from his eyes, letting it fall to the exposed skin of his chest, before settling on his mouth. His lips were slightly parted and his teeth gleamed, sharp and white in the darkness. She leant down to kiss him but he moved his head slightly, so her lips only connected with the very corner of his mouth.

"Jareth, what's wrong?" she asked, rejection stinging at her mind.

He did not reply but instead took her hand in his, drawing her too him and gathering her onto his knee. His arms folded round her as she snuggled into him, resting her head on his shoulder. They sat still. After a while he became aware that at some point he had started absently stroking her hair. His movements stilled and then he began carefully wrapping a few strands through his long, pale fingers. Sarah smiled to herself, whatever this strange mood was it seemed to be passing. And then she gave a small scream as he pulled roughly down on her hair, jerking her head back until he could stare into her eyes. He untangled his fingers, smoothing her hair back into place. Her face, as it looked into his, held a fearful, uncomprehending expression.

"What...what was that for?" Her voice was nervous.

Jareth's face grew into a predatory smile, his tongue flicking over his teeth as he regarded her silently.

"Jareth, you're scaring me now." Her eyes were pleading with him for some sort of response. His tongue flicked out, running lightly along her lip before withdrawing. His gaze still held her mesmerised. Sarah's heart was hammering in her chest as some conventional part of her screamed at her to run. But at the same time there something strangely erotic about the hold position. As though her body loved for her to be terrified. Jareth's hand traced round her waist, whispering its way up her side until he reached her breast. Never looking away from her, he squeezed twice. Hard. He drank in her breath as it blew in short gasps over his lips. He inhaled deeply, smelling her fear and arousal. Through the fabric of the garment she wore he brought his fingers to the side of her breast, pinching hard between his thumb and forefinger and twisting. Bruising.

Sarah could not stifle the scream that left her as Jareth's fingers dug cruelly into her flesh. She struggled to get away from him, rolling off his lap, sprawling on the floor. She struggled to her feet and started to move towards the bed but suddenly Jareth was in front of her, blocking her path. In her panic she turned towards the door and tugged it open only to see the Goblin King, smiling his predatory smile from the other side. He was fully dressed in a jet black version of the outfit he had worn at their final confrontation when she had beaten his Labyrinth a few years before, although the collar was high at the back, forming a ridge that framed his face. His skin looked pale white against the midnight blue make-up on his eyes, contrasting harshly with his white-blond hair. Jareth smiled as he stepped into the room, eyes narrowed. Sarah backed away and shut her eyes so as not to have to see the predatory gleam now clearly visible in his eyes. Her back came up against the hard chest of a man and before she could escape, his strong arms wrapped around her waist. Sarah struggled and her feet left the ground as she attempted to free herself.

Jareth brought his lips close to her ear. "You can't get away from me," he crooned. "Forever," he whispered as Sarah's struggles ceased. "Forever and ever." He sank his teeth into the tender flesh bellow her ear.

Sarah cried out, tears springing to her eyes as she tore herself from his grasp, spinning round, arm raised. He caught her clenched fist and stepped forward, pushing her backwards until the side of the chair back pressed against her spine, trapping her. His tongue darted out, tasting the drop of her blood where it clung to his lip.

"I did warn you," he snarled, "I can be cruel."

Sarah whimpered as he leant forward towards her. Releasing her hands he slipped his own up to her shoulders curling them beneath the fabric of her clothing. Pulling it apart. Moving it down to her waist. Exposing her breasts. His lips parted slightly. His hands rested on her shoulders for a moment before gliding down the sides of her breasts, only to push back up over them, his gaze leaving hers momentarily to follow the path of his hands. His eyes returned to hers, still holding that strange, calculating expression.

The only sound was the fire crackling off to her left.

Placing a hand on her lower back, he moved her. Guiding her round the chair back to press her up against the dressing table, resting her slightly onto it. Never once did he look the slightest bit uncomfortable. He carried himself with the smug easiness of someone who knew exactly what was happening, and knew he was in control. He moved close, fingers tips pressing into the inside of her thighs. Her feet left the ground as her knees opened and her head fell back, unable to meet the mismatched stare of ice blue and black any longer. He settled his narrow hips between her thighs.

His gaze remained on her face, his expression inscrutable and calculating as he analysed her reactions. Lowering his head he brought his tongue against the exposed flesh of her collarbone, drawing its tip slowly up her neck, flicking it over her bottom lip. He drew back and looked at her. Her chest was heaving as she fought for breath and her eyes had darkened with lust. She tried to think but dark fog was clouding her brain. He moved his open mouth to within inches of hers, his tongue darting out between her lips to make contact with hers, before quickly withdrawing. He kissed her bottom lip briefly before repeating the darting action of his tongue. He opened his mouth wide, delving his tongue as far into her mouth as he could, pressing against her lips and duelling with her tongue. His fingers pulled at her chin, opening her mouth even wider. He pulled back, turning his head the other way and repeating the action. Jerking his head back when she tried to follow his lips.

Sarah felt as though all the breath had been robbed from her body. She could not move. She could not react. He was violating her mouth and she was so scared and hot that she could do nothing but fight for breath. His hands slid from her shoulders, over her arms where they were bracing her against the table, wrists still in the sleeves of the night dress, to her arse. He pulled his hands round the front, feeling the material of the nightdress snag beneath his gloved fingers. His hands moved to her upper thighs, thumbs on the insides, fingers caressing the outside as he slid them up. Right to the top. Thumbs pressing either side of her throbbing clit. Even before her strangled gasp had escaped her, his hands were back on her waist, sliding up to cover her breasts. Sarah could feel the cold metal of his medallion between her breasts where it had fallen free of his clothes. He pushed his hands into her and darted his tongue over hers again, not allowing her to follow him into a kiss. Jareth lowered his head and his tongue flicked over her collarbone before travelling down. He dragged his mouth down the valley between her breasts, thumbs flicking over her rigid nipples as his hands slid down to her waist. He placed an open mouthed kiss in the inverted V at the bottom of her rib cage before continuing down, his mouth closing over her clit and sucking hard, hands holding her upper thighs in place as she tried to writhe out of his grasp. Her head was thrown back and her breathing was out of control.

He paused, looking up at her, his expression still cool, calm and calculating. Still full of hungry predation. He brought his lips back to her clit, swirling his tongue around the hardened bundle of nerve endings. He bit down. Sarah screamed. And simultaneously her orgasm hit her, pumping and roaring. She was drowning. She couldn't see. She couldn't feel. She was no longer Sarah Williams at all.

Jareth wrenched his head free from the hands that had tangled in his hair, pulling his head away. He darted his tongue between Sarah's spasming walls before her hands fisted into his hair again, tearing him away. He straightened and looked disinterestedly at Sarah, lost in the fiercest orgasm of her life. Languidly he wiped his mouth on the back of his velvet glove before licking his lips. Carelessly he began to remove his gloves, pulling each finger up separately before discarding them over the back of the armchair. His eyes flicked over Sarah's face, taking in her ecstatic expression of fulfilment. Casually he undid the front of breaches, freeing his rock hard erection. With a captivating slowness and precision he approached Sarah's quivering body, and ran the back of his fingers down her jaw and watching her intently.

"Never forget that you are mine," he whispered, "forever. Forever and ever." He ripped away the remainder of the nightgown and he rammed himself into her.

Sarah's eyes flew open and her head jerked forward with the force with which he had entered her. Her world was being torn apart and made whole at the same time.

"You're mine," Jareth growled.

"I'm yours," Sarah gasped out, her arms clinging to Jareth's shoulder as though he was the only rock in a stormy sea.

"Forever and ever," groaned Jareth.

"Yes. Forever and ever yours," Sarah moaned in response.

Jareth stilled his brutal thrusting and as Sarah opened her eyes to look up at him he said in a voice completely devoid of any emotion, "I love you Sarah."

She blinked up at him, surprised at his brutal honesty. Slowly, she pushed herself up and just before she kissed him she could have sworn that a look of intense vulnerability filled his eyes. But when she pulled back and looked at him again there was no trace that it had ever been there.

"Sarah?" he said.

"Yes Jareth?" she could feel him, still rock hard and unreleased inside her. She wondered how he had the strength to stay still.

"I want to know you. I want you to be mine."

"I am yours Jareth, I'm always yours." She placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

He took a deep, steadying breath. "In every way," he ground out.

Then he brought his lips brutally back to hers, forcing her mouth open with his fingers and plundering her mouth. She could feel the fabric of his breaches creating friction against her thighs where they lay open, burning with the speed of his renewed thrusting. Sarah could feel the familiar coiling growing in the pit of her stomach as her pleasure rose almost to fever pitch. Jareth brought his lips close to her ear, wrapping his arms round her back and holding her close.

"In every way," he repeated quietly.

He withdrew completely. Sarah moaned at the loss of him, her release so near it was painful. She tried to pull Jareth back towards her but he caught her arms and spun her round, pushing her forwards over the dressing table. Jareth brought his hands slowly down her back to squeeze her pert arse cheeks. He leaned forwards over her, his hot breath ghosting against her ear.

"You have to relax," he whispered.

One of his hands dipped down to her entrance, drawing her juices upwards. His fingers traced round her puckered entrance, feeling heat and tightness. Jareth sighed in anticipation. He pushed a finger inside, up to the knuckle. Sarah's heart missed a beat as the adrenaline pumped into her blood. This scared her. Her climax, that had been so close only seconds before now seemed far distant and irretrievable. She whimpered.

Behind her Jareth smiled cruelly. His medallion scraped up her back as he leant forwards again, withdrawing his fingers.

"You're trapped, my dear," he mocked as she buried her face in embarrassment.

His hands snaked round to work her breasts, stroking and stimulating her nipples back to hardness. Then he began to push inside her. Jareth felt the tortuously slow sheathing of himself, felt her tense and then try to relax around him. It felt as if it would go on forever. He was so large, he was expanding her past any comprehension her brain could try to muster and yet still more of him seemed to be pushing inside. Until finally she felt the material of his shirt and breeches against her cheeks. Jareth pressed his chest against her back, reaching round her to lightly brush her clit. He pushed two fingers inside her. Then he added a third. He stroked at her inner walls, stroking himself as the thin walls of skin came into contact beneath his touch. A lazy smile spread over his face. She was completely and utterly his. He was filling her, possessing her every being, and all she could do was take it.

Sarah could not move. The burning, stretching sensation was almost intolerable and she had to keep herself from crying out. But the feeling of him inside her. Completely. Completely and utterly. Completely and utterly his. She moaned at the feeling of him stroking inside her. And when he began to move she felt herself begin to coil again, his fingers pumping in and out of her in time with his thrusts.

It didn't take him long to come, encased as he was in exquisite tightness and heat. He plunged his fingers into her once more, feeling her clench and shudder around him, before biting into the skin of her shoulder to silence his own moans. His fingers slipped out of her and brushed across her breasts, coating the nipples in her own juices before he pulled out of her completely and took the couple of steps backward to lean on the back of the armchair. He leant on his elbow, crossed one ankle over the other much in the manner of a clubman leaning casually on a bar top. He regarded her nonchalantly, waiting to see her reaction. Carelessly he regarded the fingernails of his right hand, before returning his gaze to Sarah where she still trembled, bent over the surface of the dressing table.

It was his eyes burning into her back that finally galvanised her into action. Slowly, shakingly, she pushed herself up on her arms, and took a steadying breath, wiping the mixture of tears and sweat from her cheeks with her hand. Little by little she turned to face him, unable to meet his eye. He looked so leisurely, leaning against the chair back with his perfect black clothes unruffled. The only sign of what had passed was the looseness of his breeches where they hung open beneath his shirt.

He regarded her coolly, wondering how far he could push her. His lips parted and a small sigh escaped him. He drew her gaze magnetically to his.

"Suck me," he said simply.

"What?" Sarah gasped in horror.

"I'm all covered in your come. Suck me clean." Jareth's eyes bored into hers, compelling and commanding, and she knew that once again, she could not refuse him anything he asked. Hesitantly she crossed to where he stood and knelt down before him. With trembling hands she undid the bottom two buttons on his shirt, tucking it out the way. She could see that he was hard again, pushing past his open breeches and reaching towards her. She licked her lips nervously and he twitched in response. Gingerly she leant forward and took his head in her mouth, running her tongue round his tip, tasting herself still on him. She rested her hands against his thighs. He reached down, guiding her hands and head gently until he felt himself tightening. Pushing her head away he turned his back on her, not wanting to scare her with this after all he had done that night.

Sarah looked away from him. Out of the window to where the first tendrils of dawn where beginning to creep their way through the blackness.

"Sarah?" Jareth's voice held warmth and tenderness. "Sarah are you all right?"

His arm snaked round her waist, lifting her to her feet. The arm was clad once again in the royal green of his dressing gown. He kissed the skin below her ear gently, soothing the livid bite mark that stood out against her pale skin.

"It's ok," she managed. "You don't'...you don't need to feel..."

He interrupted her, "I don't feel guilty Sarah. I never do. You have to remember that I am not human. And as such do not always behave in a human way." He drew her over to the armchair and pulled her onto his knee. He wrapped his arms round her as she rested her head down onto his shoulder, just as she had done earlier. Her arm moved up, her hand curling round the back of his neck as she moved her head to look up into his eyes.

"Jareth, I love you however you are. I fear you, and I love you. And I love it when you rule me. Never stop, do you understand?" she insisted, looking him straight in the eye. "Jareth, I have never felt so alive in my life. I would do anything for you, do you hear? Anything. Anytime, anywhere, anyhow. Forever and ever. Just so long as you are there."

"I'm here."

"I know."

"You're tired."

He picked her up and carried her over to the bed, pushing down the covers and laying her down. He shed his dressing gown and slipped in beside her, hugging her to him.

"One thing Jareth?" Sarah murmured sleepily.

"Mmm?"

"What brought on tonight's mood? What were you thinking about? What's troubling you?"

He pulled her over to him and kissed her gently, lips lingering over hers. She wasn't sure whether he was answering her question or merely observing when he said, "I have a kingdom to run. You have kept me from it long enough. I have been neglecting my people. Tomorrow I must return to them. For some of the day you may have to amuse..."

He tailed off; looking down into the peacefully sleeping face of the only woman he had ever truly loved. He kissed her again. Softly. And flopped onto his back, one arm pillowing his head as he watched the dawn creep quietly into the room, silently conquering the darkness and sending it fleeing to the furthest recesses. In hiding. He smiled wolfishly to himself in the cold grey light, rising silently and crossing to open the window. If part of her had enjoyed herself tonight, then a lot of fun lay ahead of them. He glanced back over his shoulder at her sleeping form, his eyes full of love and tenderness, and a need to be loved in return. He had never felt this vulnerability around anyone before. It scared and excited him. Exalted him. He jumped from the narrow window, soaring into the rising dawn and screeching his exaltation to the wind. She was his. Completely his. Forever and ever. And she loved him. And he loved her. He flew until the daylight had banished the last of the shadows from the Goblin City, looking down on his kingdom and basking in the glory of being truly alive.

A fluttering noise and a shift on the mattress caused Sarah's consciousness to decide to tiptoe back into her head. She opened her eyes. The window was open and the smell of the morning was filling the chamber. She became aware of a hand resting against her back and she turned, meeting the eyes of the Goblin King.

"Did you go somewhere?" she asked sleepily.

"No, my love, I'm right here with you," he whispered back softly.

"What time is it?" she asked, becoming aware that she could clearly make out the objects in the room, and that the fire had burnt down to almost nothing.

"Time to tell my Queen how much I love her," Jareth said, stroking his hand down her cheek, "before I get up to run our kingdom." His lips touched hers, once, softly, before he rose smoothly out of the bed, stretching himself like a cat.

"Our kingdom," Sarah whispered to herself. If Jareth heard, he didn't react. "Our kingdom," she said again, and smiled, rolling over in time to see Jareth, in his royal garb, fading silently from the room.