This chapter is pure M-rating with a sexy Jareth just the way we like him :-) If you are not really into this, you won't miss any story by just skipping to the final chapter with the epilogue - be my guest. Oh, and if anyone thinks any part of it exceeds the M-rating, please let me know with details, so I can tone it down. But I think it should be ok...

"I am going to show you what it means to be mine," he said hoarsely and as he pressed her against him, she felt his hardness against her, even through all the layers in her dress. The fire inside her spread, and now it was her turn to lose her breath.

With an impatient growl, he lifted her into his arms and as she was carried to the bed, she felt the wedding dress dissolve around her, leaving her in her normal day dress. Jareth started unbuttoning it and tugging it down over her shoulders, and she shifted a little making it as easy for him as possible, until she was naked before him, except for the necklace. She felt slightly embarrassed, as he stood there fully dressed and let his gaze wander all over her and tried to cover herself with the bed sheet, but he shook his head and pulled it away from her.

"No, Sarah, you are too beautiful to hide yourself like that," he murmured and sat down beside her, hesitating a moment. "I don't want to scare you," he finally said with a grimace and stroked her chin. "Are you sure you are ready to do this? We can wait, if you like?"

Sarah closed her eyes for a moment and tried to feel if she was still having any fears or doubts, but she realized that the only thing she could think about was how loved and attractive he had made her feel today and how much she wanted to see him and feel him close to her. How much her body ached and burned for him. Filled with a sudden longing and courage, she opened her eyes again and met his gaze straight on.

"Jareth…" She sat up, leaning close to him. "You will never scare me anymore."

Before he could move, she moved a leg across him and pinned herself against him, so he had no choice but to fall back on the bed with her on top, and as soon as she had him under her, she let her hands slide under his shirt again and lowered her head to let her lips follow the curves of his collarbone. He tasted slightly salty and she smiled as she felt his smooth skin tremble slightly beneath her. As she pulled the shirt aside and off his shoulders, she deliberately moved her hips against his hardness and heard him gasp and jerk under her, and like she had helped him remove her clothing, he now readily shifted so she could remove his shirt completely. She also pushed the heavy pendant aside, so it wouldn't be in her way.

"Remember the torture game you played on me the other day?" she whispered as she admired his naked chest and let her lips and tongue slowly trace the outline of his muscles, leaving a wet trail behind. She reached a nipple and slowly licked it and felt him shudder under her as she savoured the taste and smell of him. "Well, I can be cruel as well…"

She explored him slowly, leisurely, inch by inch and ignored the almost painful urge inside her to be touched as well, because it gave her even more pleasure to see him completely undone beneath her, utterly at her mercy. Without having any experience with men and only reading about this in books, she really didn't know if she was doing it right, but mimicking what he had done to her seemed to work fine. His eyes were closed, his breathing heavy, and now and then he gasped and trembled under her, his fingers twitching as if he was restraining himself from grabbing her. Seeing this, she started tracing his shoulders and arms as well, until she reached his hands, where she peeled off the thin gloves that hid the angry red scars on his palms. She kissed them gently, taking a finger into her mouth and sucking it playfully, and he groaned and tensed, his mismatched eyes burning with desire and locked on hers. She took pity on him and went back to caressing, kissing and licking his upper body, following the lean muscles downwards. When she reached his navel and the edge of his white breeches, that couldn't conceal his obvious desire for her, she let her hands continue instead, following the outline of his hips and thighs down one side and up on the other. She wanted badly to touch and feel his manhood, both to please him, but also because she was insanely curious about that part of him, and yet she wasn't quite sure how to approach it. Would he think her too forward and bold if she just reached inside? She let her hand graze the bulge lightly and felt it twitch under her fingertips, as he groaned, but then she was spared any further thoughts. His strong arms caught her shoulders and pulled her up towards him, and then suddenly she was crushed underneath him and being kissed passionately and desperately.

"Sarah," He lifted his head and framed her face with his warm firm hands. "I want you so very much. You have no idea what you're doing to me, have you?"

She shook her head with a smile, and he closed his eyes and groaned again, clearly fighting to stay in control. He moved her further up on the bed, before he rolled off the mattress to stand beside it, removing first one boot, then the other and finally pulling the tight breeches down so he stood naked before her, except for the dark shiny pendant still resting on his chest. Nothing could have torn away her gaze from his magnificent male body at that moment and she stared openly at him as he came back to her, stretching out beside her with a gleam in his eyes that made her shiver in anticipation. He was just as handsome as she had imagined; his skin smooth and pale and every angle and muscle highlighted by the flickering soft light from the candles beside the bed.

After kissing her heatedly again, he let his hands and mouth explore her further with slow deliberate caresses, while he whispered muffled endearments against her skin. She had never felt more loved and treasured and every nerve in her body tingled, as the glowing fire inside her threatened to consume her entirely. When he let his thumb graze her most intimate place and stroke her with a feather light touch, she shuddered and arched against him, and in response he moved on top of her, gently forcing her legs apart in order to fit between them. She could feel his manhood, hard and rigid between them, and she hugged him close and took a deep breath, bracing herself for the inevitable pain she knew would come, since this was her first time. But still, she wanted him so badly, needed him, ached for him.

"Please, Jareth," she whispered and moved against him, "please make me yours."

He kissed her again, a slow savouring kiss, and then she felt him push against her, first gently, but then more insistently, until he with a hard thrust broke through her resistance, making her cry out in pain and dig her nails into his shoulders.

"So sorry, love," he gasped in a distressed voice and she could feel his body go rigid as he kept perfectly still for a moment. The feeling of him inside her was odd and almost overwhelming, but the stinging feeling quickly abated and the need for him returned. She shifted under him and loosened her grip, and he groaned as his restraint broke and he started to move, first slowly, but then faster and almost desperately. His hands stroked her as well, touching her in all the right places and feeding the fire in her, until it reached every part of her body and pleasure raced through her, making her cry out and cling to him. Moments later, he shuddered and buried himself in her, hugging her tight as he, too, found his release and collapsed on top of her with a groan. His lean body was heavy and warm, but she welcomed the weight on her and entwined her legs with his to keep him there as long as possible and wished they could stay like this forever.

Much later, he raised his head and kissed her gently, before he rolled to the side and cradled her close with a firm grip.

"Mine," he whispered possessively and kissed her neck, and she snuggled closer and sighed contently.

"Only yours," she agreed with a little smile. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing and the soft cracking of the fire in the fire place, and she felt unexpectedly drowsy and heavy-limbed. Her last thoughts before she fell asleep was of him, and how she relished in the fact that he was just as much hers, now and forever.