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Jareth

I walk Zoya backward toward the desk, my goddamn heart in my throat.

Not breaking down her bedroom door the last few nights took every bit of restraint I have.

Now that she's right here in front of me, looking up at me like I'm the only thing she sees, I have no self-control left.

She tore it from me, strip by strip, leaving me wild.

I haven't gotten a damn thing done in days because all I do is think about her.

Does she even know that she's completely obsessed me?

Possessed me? Turned me inside out and upside down?

She's so afraid this will end in disaster, that I'll break her, but that shit isn't happening.

This isn't ending in ten days. It's not ending in ten years.

I feel that truth resonating in my soul, the same way it has since I met her in Nadia's dressing room. This is permanent, unalterable.

I thrust out an arm, sweeping all of Trystan's shit from his desk. Stacks of paperwork, pens, and office supplies crash to the floor around us as I lift Zoya up, dropping her on top of my cousin's desk.

She shivers, her hazel eyes so dark with desire they're almost black.

I slip a hand beneath the hem of her shirt, my eyes locked with hers as I tug it upward, revealing acres of creamy skin. The shirt lands amidst the wreckage on the floor.

"Jesus," I groan, leaning back to look down at her.

She stares up at me, unblinking. Unashamed.

There's something so fucking sexy about her confidence and comfort in her own skin. She doesn't try to hide her curvy body from me. She knows she's beautiful.

"Get rid of the bra, princess," I rasp, palming my cock.

"Isn't that supposed to be your job?" she teases me.

"Next time. This time, I want to watch you bare yourself to me. Show me what you've been keeping from me."

She holds my gaze as she reaches behind her to unclasp the bra. Mischief dances in her eyes as the straps fall forward, the fabric caught between her body and her arm. She pulls it down slowly, tormenting me just because she can.

"Faster, Zoya."

The tops of her breasts peek into view, followed by her cherry red nipples.

I growl, palming my cock again. The bastard is so hard it's painful. "I'm going to leave my marks all over them," I murmur, reaching out to run one fingertip down the center of her chest.

She shivers beneath my touch, moaning softly.

"You won't be able to deny who you belong to when I'm finished."

"Jareth," she groans like she's chastising me, but I see the way she squeezes her thighs together. I see the desire in her eyes. She knows she's mine, the same damn way I know it.

I pinch her nipple, and her head lolls on her neck, her back arching.

"Pants next, princess."

Her lips part, her expression dazed as she fumbles for the button on her jeans. I keep playing with her tits, driving her wild as she works the zipper down with uncoordinated fingers.

Her ass lifts from the desk, her fingers tucked in the waistband to pull the fabric down her legs. I help balance her so she doesn't tumble over backward, growling with impatience as she strips for me.

She has to stop to kick off her shoes before she manages to fight free of her pants, and then she leans back, her eyes meeting mine again. "Happy now?" she asks, her cheeks flushed.

"Not even close," I growl. "Spread your legs. Let me see all of you."

"This is beginning to feel very one-sided," she mutters even as she obeys, slowly parting her thighs.

I don't even hesitate before ripping my shirt off over my head, giving her what she wants. My eyes lock on her pussy, on the way her juices cling to her lips.

Fucking hell. I want to bathe in her, fucking anoint myself in her honey.

"Oh," she whispers, eyes wide as they run all over my chest and abdomen. They linger on my tattoos before slowly lifting to my face. "You're so damn big, Jareth."

"Don't worry, baby. You can fit me."

She rolls her eyes, but she can't fight a smile. "I said you were big, not your cock. I'm reserving judgment."

My eyes narrow on her. "Reserving judgment, huh?"

"Haven't seen it," she says, shrugging. "It could be the size of a grape."

I pinch her nipple hard, making her squeal. "My grape is going to split you in two."

"Promises, promises."

She stops giving me shit when I reach for my zipper, yanking it down. Her tongue darts across her bottom lip, her eyes wide with anticipation as I tug my jeans down, reaching inside to wrap my fist around my cock.

I grin, satisfied when I pull it out, and she gulps audibly.

"Go ahead," I growl, bucking my hips toward her. "Touch it, princess. See for yourself just how good it's going to feel inside you."

She reaches for me with trembling fingers.

I damn near come all over myself when she wraps them around me, squeezing. Fucking hell. Her hand looks perfect on my cock, her fingers straining to encase me.

"Jesus, Jareth," she whispers, a breathless hitch in her voice. "Did you win all the grape measuring contests?"

"Didn't participate," I grunt, planting my hand against her shoulder to lay her back. "I've been waiting for the right one."

"The right contest?"

"The right woman, Zoya." Her gaze flickers to mine as I lean down over her, trapping her on her back against the desk. "Looks like I finally found her."

I don't give her time to respond before swooping to claim her lips in a searing kiss. I devour her mouth, ravaging it as I run my hands across her, touching every perfect inch.

She moans into the kiss, her tits pressing against my chest. And that feels…fucking magical. Everything about her feels like magic. Does she even know that I'm completely gone for her? So much so that I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep her?

If she doesn't, she will soon.

I break from her lips, kissing a trail down her body as she fumbles, trying to get her hand on my cock again. Her fingers brush the head as I wrap my tongue around one hard nipple, pulling it into my mouth.

We both moan when she squeezes my cock.

I bite her nipple and then pop off, planting my lips right beside it.

"Jareth!" she cries when I suck hard, marking her.

"I warned you," I murmur, running my gaze over the red splotch. "You're mine. I intend to leave my marks all over you to prove it."

"Yeah? Do I get to mark you, too?"

"Oh, fuck, yeah," I growl. "Mark me, baby. Let the whole fucking world know that I belong to you."

Her eyes light up as she wiggles beneath me. A second later, I feel her teeth in my skin. I growl, bucking my hips into her hand as she bites and sucks, leaving a mark right over my heart.

She pops off after a moment, humming in satisfaction when she sees her handiwork. "Damn," she breathes, her eyes drifting to mine. "I look good all over you, Jareth."

I groan, burying my face between her tits. This girl. Christ, this wild, willful, beautiful girl. My lips run down the center of her chest, my hands planted on her hips.

She gasps beneath me as I kiss lower, nipping at her soft stomach.

When I dip my tongue into her belly button, she loses her grip on my cock. It falls from her lax hand, but that's all right. It'll be where it belongs soon enough. Just as soon as I get another taste of her, anyway.

"Don't let anyone hear you scream," I murmur, kissing across her bare mound. I flick my gaze up to her face to find her watching me, breathing hard. "I won't stop if they interrupt."

"Oh my…"

She doesn't get to finish that sentence before I bury my face between her thighs, too goddamn impatient to wait.

I've been dreaming about getting another taste of her for days now, driving myself nuts thinking about it.

Every damn minute of the day, I think I taste her on my tongue.

Wine hasn't chased her taste away. Neither has whiskey.

"Jareth!" Her hips arch from the desk, but I ruthlessly press them back down, keeping her right where I want her as I lick her little cunt, eating like a madman. That's what I am. Mad. Rabid. Losing my fucking mind for her.

I spread her cheeks, fucking her hot little hole with my tongue until she's chanting my name and pulling my hair, begging me not to stop. As if I would. I want her soaking my face.

It doesn't take long to get what I want. As soon as I press my thumb to her clit, thrusting my tongue inside her, she shatters with a whimper, convulsing beneath me. I eat her through it, driving her right back to the edge.

This time, I keep her there, toying with her until she's trembling, only to back off and let the high fade slightly. I do it again and again, loving the way she goes wild beneath me, scratching and clawing, biting, panting, and begging.

It takes everything I have to rip my mouth away from her, leaving her on the edge. Her wild eyes meet mine, glittering with desperate malice.

"I'm going to murder you."

"Yeah?" I smirk, hauling her gorgeous ass to the edge of the desk. "Think you can do it when I'm nine deep, Zoya? Let's find out." I bounce my cock against her clit, and then groan, rocking my hips back and forth just to watch the way her juices coat me. "Christ, that's pretty, baby."

"Jareth," she whines.

I line up at her hole, flicking my gaze up to her face. "Look at me."

She fights to focus on me as I roll my thumb across her clit, tormenting her with pleasure. But she finally manages to meet my gaze.

"Keep your eyes on me, princess. I want you to watch me while I fuck my kid into you."

Realization flares in her eyes, a tiny gasp falling from her lips. "Condom!" she squeaks. "We need a condom."

"Fuck no." I push forward, the head of my cock slowly breaching her entrance.

"You are such a jerk!" she moans, but she doesn't try to stop me. We both know that's because she isn't really pissed. She doesn't want me wearing a condom. She wants me just like this—bare, raw, playing with fire. She wants to burn just as badly as I do.