Somewhere off in the castle, a thirteen-hour clock chimed the hour.
But it was hours until sunrise and everything was dancing behind Sarah's eyes. Light shimmered as Jareth held her tight and kissed her so deeply her lips darkened and bruised.
"Jareth…"
He let her catch her breath, still grinding with hedonistic slowness against her, his lips trailing her neck as the head of his cock teased her clit, working her up to a breathless edge.
"My Sarah," he purred, his voice low and dark, and the possession next to her name made the very bones of her burn. "You're gasping."
"It's the dress," she replied flippantly, although the bodice was beginning to cling uncomfortably, stealing the last necessary inch in her lungs on every gulp of air.
His hand dropped to settle on her hip, before spinning her on top, straddling his lap over the chaise, the red skirt of her dress drowning their legs.
"Stand," he whispered into her mouth.
With her bones so liquified Sarah wondered if all his commands would be so simple yet so impossible to fulfill. On shaking legs she slid off his lap, standing between his feet.
He took her in, mismatched eyes slowly slipping down her form reverently.
"You truly are a vision," he murmured as he leaned closer, slinking towards her with a feline roll of his shoulders, bringing her closer with a hand on her hip. "A scandalous one," he added as his hand dipped into the slit of her dress, fingers trailing to the soaked silk beneath her skirt tugging them down her thighs and off her legs. "I fear this dress will be notorious after tonight."
Sarah smirked, keeping her eyes fixed on his. "Jareth, you know I didn't wear it for anyone else."
A slow grin spread across his face.
"Well, I didn't dare presume," he said. "Clearly, I've failed to pay it the attention it deserves. Turn."
Sarah turned, bringing his bound hand around her waist, flat on her stomach as his free hand stroked down the curve of her waist, the warmth of his touch brushing her skin as he widened the slit across her thigh before he raised his hand to move her hair.
The tightness around her ribs loosened as he pulled the dress' zip down, revealing the curve of her back. She shifted to let it fall, standing in nothing but the strappy heels which she'd danced the night away in.
The breath caught in her lungs as his lips brushed her lower back, a soft kiss at the base of her spine. Another just an inch above. Another, and a firework of sensation made her jolt, electricity prickling her skin as he kissed his way upwards, fabric rustling as he peeled out of his boots and trousers still seated whilst inching up her back with brushes of his lips and flicks of his tongue.
"Come here."
Sarah turned back, and with his guiding hand on her hip, straddled Jareth's lap, swallowing a moan at the feel of his body pressed to hers, his cock hard between them.
"You're so warm," she sighed as he swaddled her in his arms.
Jareth smiled up at her and brought her head down to kiss him, his tongue twining into her mouth with a languid moan.
"You taste so sweet," he whispered back. "How long I've been dreaming of tasting you. But it doesn't compare to the real thing…"
He ran his tongue up from the base of her neck to the shell of her ear and Sarah shivered, winding her free arm tighter around him, linking her fingers of her bound hand with his and squeezing hard.
"What would you have done if I hadn't volunteered?" she asked as his teeth pinched her lobe.
He hummed in consideration and the vibrations rocketed through her neck down her spine, warming her gut as her hips instinctively rolled her clit against his cock. She was slick and wet, her skin starting to burn with a fever, and he was thrusting with her but only enough to keep her on the edge of the precipice, not throw her off it.
"I would've done my duty," he answered in a whisper, "and seen out the night with your name on my lips and in my heart." And then ever so gently raised his hand to her neck, long fingers wrapping with delicate care across her throat. "Or I would've spirited you away somewhere dark and private, and ravished you until daybreak."
Sarah swallowed under his hand.
"Which one?"
He squeezed carefully, fingers and thumb putting pressure on her racing pulse and Sarah's mind took a brief plummet into dizziness. "It's your choice, precious. You've let me play the dutiful Prince Charming for years. I'll gladly be your villain again if you ask for it."
Sarah met his gaze through heavy-lidded eyes, dancing so dangerously close on the edge of release that beads of sweat were starting to dapple her hairline, her breathing matching the rise and fall of their mutual swaying, her heartbeat hammering beneath his fingers as she tried to consider the options given.
He really could be charming.
Gentle.
Generous.
And all those facets that made him so much more than just her villain had already softened her out of the brittle disdain she'd held for him years ago, and nurtured a friendship between them.
But his hand on her throat held her full attention, just the way he had done when he'd invaded her personal space that first time in the Labyrinth's tunnels, too close to be chaste, and his eyes sparkling with malevolence she'd all but asked him for. The heat in his gaze now was just the same as it had been then; hypnotizing in its all-consuming focus on her.
She pushed herself against his palm and sought a kiss. He gave it willingly but didn't let go.
"Can I cower before you?" Sarah asked, shivering hard now, the muscles in her belly starting to ache from being so near that final peak of ecstasy. "You do frightening so well."
He chuckled, and then surged up into her, spinning her and toppling them both down to the floor, her free hand caught up and held down by the hand tied to hers.
"Now," he purred, his wild hair falling in her eyes as he stretched her out beneath him. "Beg."
Sarah gulped for air. Her calves linked across his thighs, her back bowing towards him.
"Please…"
She didn't have to say more. With his grip tight around her wrist, and his eyes pinning her in place he slid into her, filling her to what felt like breaking point as she cinched tight around him.
Sarah keened and howled, her whole body turning into a struck match, light dazzling as nerves blazed, caught, recaught, and doubled within her as her thighs quivered against Jareth's hips.
Her nails bit into her palms as she came apart on a tidal wave, the force of release dimming her vision for a full heartbeat. He kissed her through it, wrapping tight around her, a hand in her hair refusing retreat.
Jareth groaned, the sound blissful and lovesick as she caught her breath.
"What a lovely beginning."
