Page 89 of His Ruthless Match (Below #3)

EVA

T he room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of the curtains as the breeze slipped through the window. I sat on the edge of Jareth’s bed, my fingers idly picking at the hem of the oversized shirt I had borrowed.

The battle was over, but its weight hadn’t left me. My heart beat in an unsteady rhythm, and the electric pull between Jareth and me simmered just beneath the surface.

Jareth was in the shower, washing away the sweat and blood of the battle. His shirt had clung to him earlier, soaked through from the heat of battle, revealing every ripple of his muscles. Now, as I sat there, alone and waiting, my pulse quickened at the thought of him stepping out.

The water shut off. I straightened, balling the fabric in my fist as Jareth emerged, a towel slung low on his hips, droplets of water sliding down his chest and disappearing beneath the edge.

He leaned against the doorway, his sharp features softened by the dim light.

Yet, his gaze was anything but soft. It locked onto mine, smoldering and intense.

“Eva,” he said, his voice low and rough, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “You’re not getting out of this.”

My heart stumbled in my chest, my pulse a wild drumbeat in my ears. “Out of what?” I asked, my tone defiant even as nervous anticipation curled in my stomach.

He stepped forward, slow and deliberate, the weight of his presence filling the room. “This,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost tender. He cupped my cheek, his hand warm against my skin, and his thumb brushed over my lower lip, making me shiver. “Us.”

The tension between us snapped, and before I could respond, his lips crashed against mine.

It wasn’t rushed or frantic—it was a slow, smoldering exploration that left me breathless.

He coaxed my lips apart as his hand slid to the back of my neck.

My hands found their way into his damp hair, tugging slightly as he deepened the kiss.

A soft sigh escaped me, followed by a whimper as his teeth grazed my bottom lip.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead resting against mine. “I want you,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “All of you.”

I swallowed hard, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My lips tingled from his kiss. “Then take me,” I whispered, the words a challenge and a plea all at once.

Jareth’s eyes darkened, and his hands moved to the hem of my shirt.

He lifted it slowly, his knuckles grazing my skin as the fabric slid up my body.

Every touch sent shivers racing down my spine, and when the shirt cleared my head, he let it fall to the floor without a second glance.

His gaze swept over me, raw and reverent.

“Gods, Eva,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re perfect.”

Heat bloomed across my skin, but I didn’t look away. I reached for the towel, my fingers trembling slightly. Jareth caught my hands, steadying them with his own. “Let me,” he said, his tone soft but commanding.

He stripped away the remaining barriers between us, his movements unhurried and deliberate, as though savoring every moment.

When his hands returned to me, they trailed over my body, exploring every curve and dip as if committing me to memory.

He knelt before me, his lips pressing gentle kisses to my thighs, my hips, my stomach.

Each touch was reverent, almost worshipful, and my breath hitched at the sheer intensity of his focus.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just above my hip. His words sent a jolt of heat through me, leaving no room for doubt.

I threaded my fingers through his hair and tugged lightly. “I’m yours,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. They felt right—true—and I didn’t regret saying them. Not when it was the absolute truth.

Jareth looked up at me, his eyes blazing with something raw and unspoken.

He rose, capturing my lips in another kiss.

This time, it was deeper, more desperate.

The tension between us was almost unbearable, a spark threatening to ignite into a wildfire.

He guided me onto the bed, his body covering mine as his kisses grew more demanding.

His hands traced my skin with an intimacy that left me trembling, and I surrendered completely to him, to us.

His cock barely pressed against my entrance, teasing and taunting as he rocked against me. “Tell me,” he growled against my ear. “Tell me I can have you.”

“Yes,” I gasped, arching into the sensation. “Take me, Jareth.”

He thrust into me then, filling me completely.

I gasped at the sudden fullness, my nails digging into his shoulders as he claimed me with a groan.

The bed dipped beneath our weight as we moved together in a frenzy of need, our bodies a symphony of heat and friction.

His hips pumped hard and fast, driving him deeper inside me with each stroke, while his mouth found my neck.

He nipped at my pulse point, making me moan and grasp at his shoulders.

“Don’t you worry,” he growled into my ear. “You’ll take every damn inch, Eva, like the good girl I know you are.” His words sent a shudder through my body. I spread my legs wider as he grabbed my ass, pulling me closer as he plunged deeper.

We moved together, fast and wild, our breaths mingling in the space between us.

Jareth suddenly stopped moving and pulled away. The sudden loss of him filling me made me moan.

“I want to take you from behind. When I claim you, I want to have absolute control over every single inch of you,” he said, his voice thick with lust.

“Do it,” I panted as I rolled over and arched my back, offering him access.

He grabbed my hips and guided me onto him as he thrust forward. I gasped at the full penetration, feeling him stretch me and fill me anew. He started to move then, a rhythm that had me pushing back into him. His arms banded around me, crushing me against his chest as he drove into me.

I met his pace, our bodies moving together like we were one. His lips found my neck again, kissing and nipping until I thought I’d lose it. His hand found my clit, circling and pressing just right, sending shards of pleasure through me.

In one swift movement, he pulled out and flipped me over. His cock pressed against my entrance again, waiting for permission. I looked into his eyes, seeing the lust and need raging there, mirroring my own.

“Please,” I whispered.

He groaned low in his throat before pushing back inside, filling me completely once more. His hips snapped against mine in a primal rhythm that left us both gasping for breath. The tension between us built until it was unbearable, our skin slick with sweat as we moved closer to our peak.

“I want to feel every inch you squeeze around me,” he growled against my ear, his voice gravelly with lust.

“Yes,” I hissed back, meeting his pace eagerly now.

His hands found my hips again as he began to pound into me with a ferocity that left nothing to chance. Heat and friction built inside me until pleasurable pain erupted throughout my body. My back arched off the bed as I came undone, moaning his name into the sheets below us.

Pain and pleasure lit in me as his teeth sank into my shoulder. He squeezed my ass and thrust hard, growling as he came, spilling his seed deep inside me.

We collapsed together, breathless and sweaty, our hearts racing against each other’s skin.

“Yours,” he whispered again, his words hoarse from desire and satisfaction.

I smiled weakly against his shoulder. “Yours. Forever.”