He pushed deeper, and I moaned, my body adjusting, the pain fading beneath the steady pleasure of his thumb on my clit.
“You feel incredible,” he gritted out, his hips flush against mine now, fully sheathed inside me.
I arched beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so completely filled, so claimed. And then his thumb circled faster, his other hand gripping my hip as he began to move.
The friction was exquisite, the pleasure building so fast it stole my breath.
“Jareth!” I cried out as another orgasm crashed over me, my body clenching around him, pulling him deeper.
He groaned, his rhythm faltering as he lost control, his hips driving into me with one final, desperate thrust. “Fuck yes,” he growled.
And with that, he spilled his seed inside me, his release hot and perfect. As I rode out the last of my own orgasm, I couldn’t help but smile at the thought we might have made a baby.
A baby. Jareth’s baby. I suddenly couldn’t think of anything I wanted more.
For a long moment, we stayed like that, breathless, tangled together, his forehead resting against mine. Then he smirked and brushed my lips with his.
“Are you sure you want to start a family?” he asked.
I laughed, breathless, and pulled him down for another kiss. “More than anything. But only with you.”
Jareth eased out of me slowly, his movements tender, and rolled to his side, tugging me into his arms. My head found his chest, my leg sliding over his, as we adjusted into a messy, perfect tangle of limbs.
His hand traced lazy circles over my back, and for a while, neither of us said anything. The silence wasn’t awkward. It was the kind that only came after something real. Something life-altering.
Eventually, he huffed a quiet laugh.
“What?” I asked, my cheek pressed to his bare skin.
“We’re in the guest bed.”
I blinked, then looked around. He was right. We were still in the loft, on the full-size bed. But it was plenty of room for us.
“So?” I murmured.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I just…figured our first time would be in my bed.”
I smiled into his chest. “You mean the one downstairs that doesn’t have you in it?”
His laugh rumbled beneath me. “Good point.”
I tipped my head up to look at him. “I don’t care where we are. As long as I’m with you.”
He looked down at me, that slow, crooked smile softening his whole face. “Then we’re staying right here.”
“Good,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.
Jareth tugged the blanket over us, then wrapped both arms around me like he had no intention of letting go. And I hoped he wouldn’t. Not tonight. Not ever.
His breathing slowed, deepened. My eyelids felt heavy, and the last thing I remembered before sleep pulled me under was the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear…and the warmth of his body wrapped tightly around mine.
Safe. Sated. Completely his.
And for the first time in forever, I didn’t feel alone.
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JARETH