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Chapter Three

So many things were swimming in her mind, things that Sarah needed to know but still did not understand.

But she had the feeling he knew just about everything there was. Because the way he touched her now, reaching for her and drawing her in for their first kiss, spoke of knowledge and intimacy beyond anything she had brushed against before.

She expected him to claim her, to be forceful, but he was tender, teasing her until it was she who was the aggressor, chasing after his mouth and the sweet taste to be found there.

But, oh, how he touched her. Brushes and caresses that were so soft they were like the soft scrape of moth wings. And then his blunted fingernails would press down on her flesh, and she gasped into their kiss, throwing herself into the moment.

All her questions could wait. This, here, now, was what she needed. More than oxygen. The next kiss, the next touch. More.

"Savor it, precious," Jareth rasped between presses of their lips. "We have all the time in the world."

It was so unlike any of her previous lovers. All two of them. The last had disappeared after they had sex the first time. A conquest completed, she supposed.

The thought gave her pause. Sarah pulled back enough that she could look at him, tilting her head similarly to what he had done before.

Jareth laughed. "You think this a mere dalliance? No, Sarah, mine." His grip on her turned possessive. "I aim to warm your bed many nights," he kissed her left temple. "And many days," he kissed her right. "And in however many spare moments you will allow." This time, he claimed her mouth.

She moaned against the kiss. He kissed like he meant it.

He kissed as though she were the only person in the world for him. And, for the moment, she believed it and him.

I may come to regret this in the morning, she thought, reaching for the hem of his pants. But I can't find the space to care.

Not when he was so thick and hot in her hand, burning and velvet soft steel. She caressed his considerable length, and he broke away enough to hiss and then groan with the pleasure her touch raised in him. "Gods, Sarah… I have wanted you so long."

"I've wanted you, too," she whispered, teeth closing around his earlob for a quick nip. "I've touched myself thinking about you."

"Have you?" Jareth's voice was a rasp, but he was grabbing for the hem of her dress, bunching it around her waist as he drew up the fabric to reach her. She could barely remember why she was wearing it to begin with, but then she remembered, yes. The funeral. That had been earlier today. And now—

Now!

Jareth touched her feather-light across the seam of her underwear, and she whimpered. She wanted those fingers more than anything, and he could probably tell with how thoroughly soaked through she was.

He watched her while she had his hands on him, while he pulled aside the thin fabric of her panties and dipped a finger into her waiting heat.

They both gasped as he did, and she stilled in her movements as his skilled fingers slid along her folds, exploring and caressing both.

"You're so very," he drew out the word. "Very wet."

Her knees were shaking, more so when he pulled away and turned her around, breaking her hold on him. "Wha—"

The zipper on the back of her dress was pulled down. Not forcefully, but he was slow no longer. She could sense their mutual impatience, but then he let out a little sound of pleasure when he slipped the plain black dress from her and saw the corset she used for support wear, the black satin and lace something she had picked out for reasons outside of the funerary. She was glad, especially now, that she had chosen that small luxury. It and the matching black satin and lace underwear and thigh-high stockings made her look—

"Outside of mourning, precious, you are a dream," he murmured, and Sarah blushed as she turned to him, covering herself. "Oh, none of that," Jareth chided. "I intend to see every inch of you."

It was as though she knew she would be looked at by him when she dressed, that this was pre-destined.

Perhaps it is, she thought.

Jareth reached for her, pulling her by the waist closer to him and plunging the other hand beneath the band of the thin fabric covering her core. She made a startled sound as his fingers slipped along the hard nub of her clit, making her knees go weak. She clutched his arm and shoulder, eyes wild and wide.

He kissed her, his tongue delving in to taste her the moment she gasped. He stroked gently, coaxing her higher with each swirling press. Both her hands were at his shoulders now, and she ran them up his neck into his hair, brought his face closer, and the kiss deeper. She wanted to crawl into this sensation and live there forever. She was on fire, and every touch was—oh, so sweet.

When she came, she broke the kiss, her brow furrowed as she panted. "Fuck, Jareth…"

"I love hearing my name while you moan," Jareth growled, his arm around her waist holding her in place as she began to buck. "I want to hear you scream it while I fuck you."

The words sent her over the edge, and she came, nails digging into his shoulders and back. He covered her mouth with his, and then he was lifting her, her legs wrapping around his torso as they kissed, and he moved them, pressing her down on a plush surface. She broke from him to see he had laid her on the edge of an enormous bed. Carved wooden pillars cornered it, topped with starbursts painted with gilt and hung with thick curtains.

But she barely had time to take it in before he hooked his fingers in her underwear, pulling it down her legs and then spreading them.

Her entire body jerked when his shaft bumped against her thigh. The feel of him so hot and hard made her moan, everything in her clenching in anticipation.

Fingers dipped into her, and Jareth made a satisfied sound, hand moving to his length. He was glancing between her and his movements, running the head along her slick folds, the wet noises that were produced making her blush. "You are ready for me, aren't you precious?" he asked, his restraint still holding him back.

Sarah let all her desire fill her eyes as she looked at him, all he had roused in her pouring out beneath her dark lashes.

"Oh, yes, you are," he whispered, palm brushing up the curve of her hip. He gripped her there as she raised her legs, and he began to push into her.

Sarah tried to keep her eyes on him, but the sensation was so intense that her head fell back, neck in an arc as he continued to press his thick, heated cock inside of her.

She had been with mortals. Been brought so some degree of pleasure by their hands. But nothing in the Above could compare to this.

"Gods, you're tight," he growled, still going, the pressure even deeper now.

Sarah squirmed and gasped when he was fully seated, twitching within her, and reached for him, pulling him down as she raised enough to capture his mouth.

He groaned, her name a similar low sound when he pulled back, both in kiss and where their hips met. She tried to chase him in both places, but he kept the movement his, slow and delicious.

Something seemed to be swelling in her chest, and she could not tell what it was, only that she needed more. So much—"More," she said, the word falling from her lips before she could stop it. "I need you—"

Jareth crashed into her, and she choked, then called out as he began to move, hips thrusting and his hands exploring, tearing at her corset to free her breasts so he could suck and bite them.

Sarah came with a scream, his mouth latched to one nipple and his fingers slipping over her clit as he continued to dive into her again and again. "Jareth!"

His head whipped up, and his mismatched gaze was feral, his expression severe as he began to pump into her with a frenzy so fierce she knew what would happen next.

Gripping her hips tight, Jareth buried himself in her a final time and let out a snarling sort of cry, his face slack for a moment in delirious pleasure.

Sarah could feel the increase in fluids, especially as he pulled out and some of that hot seed dribbled from her. "Holy shit," she breathed, legs trembling, staring at him with wide eyes.

Jareth grinned, then slid onto the bed by her side. There was a little wiggling and cursing as they adjusted, but soon they were lying side by side, Sarah tentatively nestling against his side.

He reached out and hauled her to him. He was still firm, thick, and sticky with their combined fluids. "We need a bath, and then I plan to do that again at least once more before bed."

"Again?" Sarah said, pulling back a little to look at him.

"Dear, if I could always be buried in you, it would not be a waste. There is something about you that is… there's a depth to this that I did not expect, precious. I knew I was drawn to you. I am just starting to feel…" he hesitated, trailing off, his fingers playing along her shoulder, drawing circles on her flesh.

Sarah hated to break the spell, to say anything that could distract from this moment and all that it could mean, but—"I have to go to the bathroom."

Jareth laughed. "Of course. Through there, precious," he gestured at a wide, carved, gilded golden door. "You'll find everything you need. I'll knock before joining you."

She slipped from the bed, keeping her eyes on him until she had to focus more on her shaking footsteps. She had been drinking, and certain acts required—well, in short, she had to pee.

Sarah was afraid she would find a chamber pot or some other facility that she would have to ask Jareth how to use. Instead, she found a standard porcelain toilet. Sighing in relief, she went about her business as quickly as possible before going to the wide carved stone sink, turning the tap, and finding the water deliciously warm. She looked up as she washed, surprised to find a massive mirror and her reflection staring back at her.

She looked a mess. Well-fucked.

Hot as hell.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from kisses and similarly dark with color. All her makeup was long gone, smeared by his hands so that faint dark wings appeared at the corners of her eyes. Her hair was wild and cascading down her back to her waist, mussed so that there was no doubt about the activities that had just occurred.

Sarah had thought he had torn the corset, but he had skillfully unhooked several of the clasps so that her breasts spilled out and the corset hung lower on her abdomen. She finished the job of taking it off, breathing a sigh of relief as her stomach was able to expand naturally. She rolled off her stockings one at a time, tossing them and the corset into a basket in the corner filled with what looked like discarded clothes.

There was a knock at the door.

"It's okay," she said quickly. "You can come in."

Jareth paused in the doorway, taking in her fully undressed state. "Why, Sarah…"

She smiled back at him, going against her instinct to cover herself and standing tall instead. "You're naked, too."

"So I am. Whatever shall we do."

"Bathe," she said, motioning to the massive sunken bath made of stone. It began filling with water as she glanced at it, permeating the air with aromatic steam. "And then sleep, probably."

"I want to be inside you again."

Her knees shook at the statement, and she closed her eyes, breathing deeply. "There's a lot to discuss, still, and I'm tired, Jareth. I'm a human—"

"But not a mortal one. Not anymore."

She waved his words away and stepped toward the bath, looking over her shoulder at him. "Be that as it may, I've been awake more than two days. I need to sleep."

Concern washed over his features, and Sarah halted. He came to her side, and she looked up as he brushed the hair back from her face. "I'm sorry. I know this is—you have had some experience with this sort of thing. Your father. Toby—"

"I don't want to talk about any of that," she said, the whisper soft but firm. "Just hear me when I say I must go to bed soon. I can feel it in my bones. Maybe it's just muscle memory, but I need it right now. Okay?"

He nodded, and then that smile was back, and he reached for her, pulling her close and whispering, "I will still touch you everywhere this evening, precious."

He did as he promised, pulling her into the bath and forbidding her from tending to herself, pampering her with sweet, mildly erotic movements and sweeps of the hand. She was cleaned thoroughly, from scalp to toe, and was ready to melt into a puddle when they emerged from the still-steaming water. So tired that she was wavering on her feet, Sarah could scarce remember what they needed to discuss. She stood there while he dried her first and then himself, both with still-damp hair that would need to dry before sleep.

"You're exhausted," Jareth said, voice soothing. His hands still wandered, caressing the globe of her ass, her shoulder. She shivered, and his eyes kindled with the knowledge of what he was doing to her. "Or perhaps not."

Her eyelids were heavy, but she lifted them to look up at him. "You just want to have sex again."

He leaned in, whispering hot against her lips, "I want you wrapped around my cock, squeezing me tight. I want your breath in my ear, moaning my name."

She let out a soft whimper.

"I want your trembling in my arms as you come to the edge over and over," his fingers were ghosting along her upper thighs, and she parted them a little, inviting. "Yes," he whispered, still softer. "I need to feel if you're wet for me."

She let out a gasp when his fingers brushed against her and then into her, finding her slick even though she had just been so thoroughly bathed. Sarah gripped his arms, head tilted up to receive his kiss. He was gentle, as though he knew just how swollen and sensitive she was, but it still did not take long before she was breaking from his kiss with a panting mew. "Gods, I'm going to come."

"Yes," he murmured, pressing kisses to her face and neck, his teeth scraping her flesh. "Come, Sarah."

His command was enough, and she cried out his name, almost collapsing as the orgasm ricocheted through her.

Jareth lifted her in his arms, carrying her out of the bathroom and back into the massive bedroom. She kept her arms around his neck as he did, feeling vaguely like the bride she had been called earlier in the—evening? Was it still night?

She glanced at the window; the sky was still black as pitch. She stretched where Jareth lay her on the center of the bed, her muscle sore in the most delicious of ways, her core still clenching and heated with anticipation. There was no mistaking the look on his face as he crawled onto the bed beside her. Jareth was many things, but he was still a man.

He caught her mouth, and her eyes slid shut as their hands explored one another. He made good on his promise to touch her everywhere. She had never felt so treasured, as though she were something beyond riches. His touch was reverent, never casual, and the noises he made against her mouth were such that she knew he was in a similar state of heightened sensation.

Sarah spread her legs, hauling him on top of her. He did not resist the movement, breaking to kiss her throat and reach between their legs, lining himself with her entrance.

She lifted her hips, and he slid into her so suddenly that her breath caught.

Oh, how sweet it felt, how full and stretched she was when he was in her. There was no other sensation quite like it, and she found her orgasm coming swiftly. Even as she came twitching around him, calling his name, digging her nails into his back, he kept up his pace. Relentless, it was not long at all until she was a panting mess once more.

She flipped them after her third orgasm, breaking their contact for a mere moment before she was spearing herself on his thick length.

Riding him, the pressure became sharper, seeming even deeper than before, and her mouth fell open as she rocked.

Jareth had his hands at her hips, guiding her movements and helping steady her. He looked—not awe-struck, but close.

Like this—her, Sarah—was something he had wanted for years, just as he said. That it mattered, not just to him but in the overall sense of the world, they counted.

She wanted to believe it, so she let herself fall into the sense that this meant something.

Jareth found her clit with his thumb and slipped a slow, circling pattern over it, watching her all the while as she continued to move.

Sarah did not want to stop, not after the next orgasm, or the one that followed, or the one after that. When he slid her off him and lay her on her belly, she whispered, "Please don't stop. Not yet. I don't want to stop."

Jareth chuckled and knelt over her, plunging deep into her a moment later. She lay there while he fucked her with long, slow thrusts, the intensity such that she was trembling, shaking, her breath leaving in huffing pants.

They ended up with her on her back again, arms and legs wrapped around him as his thrusts deepened, increased in intensity, and then became wild.

She held his face, fingers in his hair, as he came, kissing him at the zenith and ensuring their hips stayed locked together.

He kissed her, lips brushing soft before deepening with the softness of his tongue.

Sarah fell into the kiss.

Bliss, she thought. I could get used to this.

Sleep was beginning to take her. He pulled out and rolled to the side, and they spent some time in each other's arms, listening to the beat of one another's hearts. Her eyes were getting heavy.

"You are all and more," he whispered, mouth at her ear. "I am glad it was you, Sarah Williams."

She wanted to ask what, but she was falling into dreams…

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