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CURSE OF THE LABRYNTH
CHAPTER THREE
It had been three days since Sarah had had that dream with Jareth speaking to her in human form. Since then she all but ignored the bird whenever he tried to get her attention. By Sunday he hadn't even cooed at her as he usually did whenever she walked near him. As soon as she opened the front door he flew out over her head and disappeared into the tree.
Coming home from the 'Y' she tossed her things on the end table as usual, leaving the door open wide for the owl to come inside as she removed her jacket and hung it up. Turning back to the door she looked out and up into the tree and saw him still perched on a lower branch.
"Suit yourself." She shrugged at him and closed the door.
She spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning and getting her wash done, only thinking of 'him' when she got to the bathroom. After scrubbing everything to her satisfaction she went downstairs to get something to eat.
She nibbled at the sandwich she had made for herself then just pushed the plate away. Glancing forlornly through the house towards the front door she was about to go check on him and see if he'd come inside, then second guessed herself. Why bother letting him in when she'd only ignore him anyway? She turned for the cellar instead.
She immediately saw the box of books that Jareth had knocked over during one of his hunts for mice. They had sprawled out onto the concrete floor showing Sarah that there were more books in there than she had thought. Bending down, she picked them all up and put them back inside the box to carry upstairs to the living room.
She leisurely sat on the floor, her legs outstretched with her ankles crossed, as she piled the books around her by subject. Having placed the last book on the biographies pile she got up, stretched, and grabbed the box to flatten it to reuse again.
When she flipped the box upside down, another book fell out, landing at her foot. Raising the box over her shoulder to look at the book, she then looked inside the box to make sure there wasn't anything else in there. There wasn't.
Tossing the box aside, she bent to pick up the small, dusty hardcover book. Straightening her back, she rubbed her palm over the front cover in an attempt to dust it off.
She heard Jareth start squawking from outside.
Ignoring him she blew on the book to see if any more dust would come off of it so she could read the title. It didn't help much.
Jareth began screeching earnestly all of a sudden, sounding as though he was right outside the door.
She continued to ignore him while turning the book in her hand to see if she could read the back binding, only to discover there was no print there at all. With a frown she opened it to the first page as she distractedly walked to the front door.
The writing inside was so faded she could hardly see that there had been any to begin with. What she could make of it looked like it had been hand written, and Sarah wasn't even sure it was in English. At Jareth's persistent screeching she held the book at her side and opened the door.
"What the hell, Jareth?" she asked annoyed as he came swooping into the living room.
He circled the living room twice before trying to land on the empty box in the middle of the floor. His weight tipped it over to its side and he ended up flapping his wings and circling around the room once more. Finally, he landed on the floor between the stacked books.
"Don't you dare knock those books over," she warned. "And what the hell is your problem anyway?"
She watched him for a few seconds as he seemed to read the titles on the side bindings of the books. Shaking her head, she closed the door and lifted the book in her hand to re-examine it. She blindly walked over to the sofa, flipping the pages for some clue as to why the writing was so faded.
It didn't look old enough to be an antique. The hardcover was in very good condition, except for the dust that wouldn't come off of it. It was a short novel to be sure with only about a hundred pages in it. And not one of them had a single legible word on it.
She absentmindedly sat on the edge of the sofa completely fascinated with where it could have come from. Her eyes caught a phrase as she thumbed through the pages once more. Flipping backwards she searched for it again and found it near the last page.
"I wish," she read aloud, squinting her eyes to try and make out the rest of it.
Jareth seemed to go ballistic all of a sudden and swooped up at her from the floor.
She screamed and ducked away from him as he settled on the back of the sofa where she had been sitting.
"Dammit, Jareth!" she yelled at him. "I'm about ready to lock you in that cage if you don't knock off your shit!"
She had used the book in her hand as emphasis to point towards the cage as she ranted, then let it hang by her side. Sarah suddenly became aware of how he stared at the book she held.
His eyes had an odd look in them, his beak hung open as his chest puffed out and heaved harshly with his erratic breaths.
Slowly, she raised the book from her side, watching him watch it. She slowly moved it across her chest then back near her hip again.
His eyes followed it as though in a trance.
"Jareth?" she whispered in a low voice, a heavy feeling settle in her stomach. "Does… does this book belong to you?"
He tilted his entire head upwards just enough for his eyes to meet hers. He stared at her for a moment before closing his eyes. Then he slightly turned his head from left to right then back again, opening his eyes once more to reconnect their gazes.
"Oh shit," she whispered, having never seen him do that before. "It's got magic in it, doesn't it?"
He pointedly blinked once.
She unceremoniously dropped it to the floor. "Take it. Get it out of my house," she commanded him, rushing to the door for him to get out.
When she turned around with the door open wide she saw him settle himself on the back of the sofa to stare at her calmly.
"I'm not kidding, Jareth. I want it out of here now!" she shouted, her voice tainted with panic.
Their gazes locked; his calm and patient, hers frantic and bewildered.
"Fine," she huffed after a minute.
She stalked across the room to retrieve the book herself when Jareth was suddenly airborne.
He reached it first, landing only an inch from where it lay and screeched at her threateningly with his wings spread wide.
She jumped back instinctively then regained her composure and continued forward with determination.
"You can't stop me," she muttered between clenched teeth. She dropped to her hands and knees and snaked a hand out in an attempt to grab the book.
He turned his body, filling the house with a piercing screech, and snapped at her arm with his beak.
She pulled her hand back, the book firmly in her grasp, and scurried to her feet. "I said you can't stop me," she repeated, using the book to point at him. "I'm done being afraid of you, Jareth."
"You have no power over me!"
She cried out in pain and dropped the book.
Jareth flew from the floor to perch on the banister, putting some space between him and Sarah.
She looked at her hand in bewilderment. It felt like she had been burned, but there were no marks.
She glanced at the book on the floor. It no longer looked as dusty as it had moments before. She hesitantly bent down to pick it up again.
Jareth made low clacking sounds in his throat as her fingers reached for the hardbound.
Bringing it up to her face, she could clearly read the slanted engraving on the front cover.
"Curse of the Labyrinth."
She felt the book become warm in her hands.
Jareth became extremely quiet behind her.
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A pair of eyes suddenly popped open in the darkness, then another pair.
"What was that?" the second goblin whispered.
"She has awakened the book of power," the first informed quietly.
"The book of… But how is that possible?"
"Nothing is ever what it seems, remember?" the first goblin answered.
"Is our king coming home now?" the second goblin asked, sounding hopeful.
"Only if she says the words."
* x* x* x* x* x* x* x*x *x *
She'd been lounging with her feet up on the sofa for over an hour just opening and closing the book in rapid succession. A deep frown marred her face.
Finally Jareth flew across the room and landed on the arm by her head. He watched her for another minute before hooting softly.
"When I first open the book I can see the script boldly but then it fades as I focus to read it," she readily explained to him. "So I've been trying to read bits of it, a word or a letter, before it fades." She quickly opened the book once more. "But it's just like your labyrinth, every time I open it, even though it's the same page, the writing looks different."
"Ahh, it's no use." Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back to the arm of the sofa. The hand holding the book rested limply on her lap. "I am so tired," she said, her tone matching her words. She took a deep breath and felt her body relax.
Jareth cooed softly and sidestepped closer to rub his head on her cheek.
She raised her empty hand high above her shoulder then slowly brought it down to caress the feathers on his back.
"I wish," she murmured sleepily before her hand fell limp behind her head.
* x* x* x* x* x* x* x*x *x *
Sarah felt like she was on a ride at a carnival as everything spun around her in a blur, though she didn't feel sick from it. Then the sound of a grandfather clock rang in her ears. She turned around and saw the clock. Everything stopped spinning, it was striking twelve.
A warm hand was suddenly on her shoulder and she turned her head to see Jareth standing behind her. She turned completely to face him, stepping back from his touch.
"I have one hour given to me," he said. "The hour lost to you while in my Labyrinth."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked warily but without fear.
"You have taken everything from me, I am your slave, and still you understand nothing," he replied, his tone defeated.
"The book will only reveal what you ask of it. But I will warn you, Sarah, be very, very careful what you wish for." He turned away from her, starting to dissipate.
"No, wait!" she yelled, taking a step forward to try and grab at his translucent arm.
He turned his head back to look at her then faded completely.
"What do you have an hour for?" she called into the nothingness.
* x* x* x* x* x* x* x*x *x *
A steady rapping on the front door finally broke through her sleep. Opening her eyes, Sarah found herself on the sofa exactly as she had fallen asleep the night before. She stretched languidly and turned her head towards the door to find the owl positioned next to her.
He had gotten one of her t-shirts from the hamper and arranged it on the sofa next to her side, sitting on it like a nest at an odd angle that made him look lopsided. He turned his head around backwards to look at her.
"I'll deal with you later," she stated gruffly. Getting up to answer the door, she heard him fly over to his cage.
She opened the door to find Brian turning away. He turned back around at the sound.
"Sarah." He sounded almost surprised. "I'd almost given up. I've been knocking for about five minutes now."
"I must have been more tired than I thought," she said as an excuse and stepped back to the side of the doorway. "Come on in."
Brian stepped through the door and turned to close it behind him as a fluttering noise filled the room. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the owl landing on the banister nearby.
"You're keeping it in the house?" he asked, sounding slightly put out.
"Huh?" she voiced, picking up a pile of books from the floor to have more room to walk. "Oh, yea. I had him registered and got a cage and all that."
"Registered it where?" he asked, sounding more perturbed.
"At the wildlife reserve. Was there a reason you stopped by Brian? I've seen you more since we broke up then I did when we dated."
"Olivia Stevens asked me to tell you that your reading night will be canceled until further notice."
"Oh, no," she whined with disappointment, putting the stack on the floor against the wall out of the way. "Did she say why?"
"Something about renovations to the recreation center." He shrugged uncaringly. "Besides, I wanted to make sure you were okay."
She paused to look at him, another stack of books in her arms. "Why wouldn't I be okay?"
"I don't know," he shrugged. "You've just been acting strange lately."
"What do you mean, I've been acting strange?"
"Well, you haven't returned my calls," he started explaining. "You completely blew off Ted and Nancy's dinner the other night, you cut your classes- something you've 'never' done before- and now you let that bird in your house like it's some kind of pet!"
Jareth screeched menacingly from the banister, causing Brian to jump back a step.
"That thing needs to be caged!" he yelled angrily, reacting to the owl's threatening stance.
"Well if you didn't yell at me he wouldn't act like that!" she defended, stepping in the space between the two males.
"There you go again defending a fucking wild animal that has no business being here!" He advanced upon her, arms waving in the air.
"What the hell do you have against my owl, Brian?!" she shouted back at him, finally getting angry herself.
"Your owl?" he asked. "Your owl?" he repeated. "You need to stop being so damn fanciful about that bird! It's not some tamed parrot to let roam inside your house, Sarah!"
"Fanciful?" She questioned through thin lips. "So now I'm being fanciful?" she started laughing without any humor. "The only thing I fancy right now is for you to leave, Brian."
"Bullshit." He circled in place, throwing his arms up again and turned back to her. "I don't believe you!"
"No, I mean it." She crossed her arms defiantly over her chest. "I don't know what your problem is about me having the owl around but he's always bothered you for some reason."
"It's wild, Sarah!" He pointed at Jareth. "A killer, it doesn't belong here, and if you'd stop deluding yourself you'd see that I'm right."
Jareth leaned his body forward, making threatening noises at Brian's aggressiveness.
"The only thing I see is you walking out that door," she replied in a flat tone.
He paused for a moment to look at her. Her eyes were set determinedly, she wasn't kidding. The owl was still making low clacking noises and looked as though it would attack him at any given second.
"Fine," he conceded, tossing his arms in the air. "Have it your way. But don't call me when the fucking thing rips your throat out!"
She watched him stalk out of the house, slamming the door behind him. A few seconds later the sound of his car was heard, then screeching tires as he sped down the street.
The ironic thing was that her friendship with Brian had been her rebound from her experience in the labyrinth, particularly from dealing with Jareth. She wasn't surprised that he didn't like the owl around, but he didn't have to fly off the handle like that.
She turned her gaze to meet Jareth's mismatched eyes. He was watching her very intently. She had the sudden feeling that he knew something she didn't and then remembered her latest dream.
"I know you're up to something, Jareth," she told him, walking over to stand only a foot away from him. "And that book has a lot to do with it. But don't think for one second that I'm going to make anything easy for you." She turn away and went upstairs to get showered and dressed, never noticing the unnatural glow emanating from the book on the sofa.
* x* x* x* x* x* x* x*x *x *
She was about to leave to go shopping when a car pulled into her driveway and parked behind hers. She put her bag and keys back on the end table and held the door open to wait for them.
"My stepmother is here, Jareth," she said over her shoulder, knowing he was behind her somewhere.
Without pause he took flight and swooped out the front door over Sarah's head to perch in the tree out front.
Ever since the rifle incident Jareth wouldn't be anywhere near Karen, not that Sarah blamed him. Karen had, with a single shot, put fear into the goblin king himself and it amused her on some level of satisfaction.
"Sarah!" Toby yelled and ran up the drive to slam into her bodily, wrapping his little arms around her hips. "I miss you!" he said, looking up at her.
"I miss you too, squirt." She smiled and bent down to hug him better.
"Sarah!" Karen greeted warmly with a smile, her arms outstretched as she approached.
"Hey, Karen," she responded, returning the hug.
"I hope we're not dropping in at a bad time, but we had to go to the mall for school supplies and thought we'd swing by to see if you were home."
"It's fine," Sarah said cordially. "I was going to go food shopping but I can do that later."
"Oh," Karen nodded. "Are you okay? Do you need any money? I knew I should have brought the extra bag of potatoes with us," she criticized herself.
"Karen, I'm fine."
Her dad stepped up near the door and looked at Sarah sternly.
"Hi Sarah." He tried to sound pleasant.
"Dad," she replied, hugging him. "Is everything okay?"
"I'd ask you the same thing," he replied tight lipped.
"Honey, at least wait till we're in the door, for crying out loud," Karen chastised lightly.
"Mom! Dad! Sarah still got her owl!" Toby called excitedly from inside. "Come look at the big cage!"
Sarah noticed Karen's eyes shift automatically into the tree. A low clacking noise was heard in response.
"I'm not even going to say anything," Karen stated matter of factly, looking back at her stepdaughter. "You've been fascinated with that thing since it showed up all those years ago."
She walked into the house expecting Sarah to follow. "I still can't believe it didn't attack you for manhandling it the way you did," she continued reminiscing. "Damn thing must have been in shock that's all I can say."
"We're never going to hear the end of that story." Her dad shook his head as he stood in the doorway near Sarah. He glanced into the house and saw the cage that Toby had been ranting about and was now trying to crawl into. "I assume that was the emergency?"
Sarah nodded. "I'm sorry, daddy," she said with a shrug. "I had to. They were going to take him away if I…"
Her dad held a hand up to silence her. "It's okay, Sarah. I just wish you had called. I thought you had gotten into trouble and were afraid to come to us for help." He stepped forward and took his daughter in his arms. "I love you."
"Love you too, dad," she smiled up at him. "I will pay you back," she added as she broke away to walk into the house.
"That would be appreciated," he replied lightly, following her inside and closing the door.
"I see you went through the books I dropped off," Karen said when Sarah was finished speaking with her dad, who bee lined across the room to wrestle his son from the bird cage.
"Yes, thank you. I just got around to sorting them last night."
Karen glanced over to the sofa and saw the small hardbound book lying there. Picking it up, she read the title. "Was this in the box too?"
Sarah nodded, feeling slightly apprehensive about someone else touching the book.
"I'm sorry, Sarah. I don't remember seeing this one. I know you don't like reading fantasy anymore."
"It's okay," she assured with a smile. "I find it intriguing. I just wish it was written in English."
"What are you talking about?" Karen asked, thumbing through the pages. "It's in English, though the script is italicized and very faint, but it is English."
"Let me see that, please?" she requested, reaching out to take the book from her stepmother as quickly as possible without seeming as though she were grabbing it from her hands.
Sarah opened the book at random and paled at what she read. The ink was still very faint but she could make out two words that repeated over and over on every page. 'I Wish'. She clapped the book shut and gave her stepmother an uncomfortable smile.
"I must have been more tired than I thought last night when I first looked at it."
"Well that would make perfect sense," Karen replied with a wave of her hand. "It's not very legible to begin with, and if you were tired I could see how it would look unreadable."
"Karen," Sarah's dad called. "Could you help me over here?"
They glanced over to the corner near the kitchen where Toby had a hand stuck between the bars of the cage.
"Toby, how the hell do you manage these things?" Karen asked exasperated, walking briskly over to them to help.
Sarah glanced inside the book once more while her family was distracted. It hadn't changed. Jareth's warning to be careful what she wished for came to mind as she closed the book and slipped it into the drawer of the end table near the front door. She then stepped across the room to help get Toby's hand free.
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The goblins sucked in their breaths, holding it as they waited for the rest of the words to be spoken from afar. After a moment they released their breath.
"That's it?" the first goblin voiced. "She didn't even say anything," he added with agitation.
"She's never going to say the words," the third goblin said gloomily.
"We'll be stuck in darkness forever at this rate," the second goblin complained.
The goblins all sighed deeply and returned to waiting in silence.
* x* x* x* x* x* x* x*x *x *
Her family had left after visiting for only an hour. Toby had insisted on repeatedly getting some limb caught in the bars of the bird cage and Karen had had enough of it. Sarah followed them out of the driveway to go shopping, Karen insisted on giving her some money towards food while her dad pretended not to notice.
She returned home and put her groceries away, grabbed something to eat and settled herself on the sofa with Jareth's book in her hands. She pieced together a few things while she stared at it as if in a trance.
Jareth had started behaving oddly after Karen had dropped off the box of books. The dreams with Jareth talking to her, touching her, started after she had touched the book for the first time. And the book reacted to the words, 'I wish', as though it were a command and not a wayward request.
She had no idea how long she stared at it, wondering how far the power of a wish could go. If only it would tell her more than two simple words. Sarah thought for sure that Karen had noticed the repetition, but apparently she had seen actual words though hadn't taken the time to try to read any of them. Sarah concluded this when Karen had told her to enjoy her novel as she was leaving.
Jareth's warning rang loud in her mind but she wanted to see what would happen if…
"Sarah."
She blinkingly lifted her eyes from the book and landed them on Jareth who was perched on the banister watching her intently. She assumed she had imagined hearing him say her name, and shrugged it off.
"I've noticed that you get very quiet when I'm holding this book, Jareth. Do you plan to invade my dreams again with another cryptic message?" she smirked when he pointedly blinked at her.
She lowered her eyes to the book again. "It feels warm when I hold it like this," she told him, her voice trancelike. "I feel as though I should say something, but I don't know what." She met his gaze again. "I'm not stupid. I'll adhere to your warning." She let her eyes drift down. "Only because I can feel the power inside and I don't understand what it is."
She shifted her position, swinging her legs over the side of the sofa to stand up and stood in front of him. "I…" she tilted her head slightly to the right, her eyes glassy and dreamy. "…want … you to tell me about this book, Jareth."
He blinked at her before she placed the book in the drawer of the end table and turned off the lights, then headed upstairs for bed.
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She was back at her parents' house. The grandfather clock was striking midnight, a wind whipped around her like a tornado but nothing was being disturbed in the room. She ran up the stairs to her old room, slamming the door behind her, and braced it with all her weight as the force of the wind pushed from the other side.
A bolt of lightening zigzagged outside the double balcony doors. The light blinded her for a moment. Then she felt his presence like something tangible. She opened her eyes and choked on a scream. Jareth was standing right in front of her, his eyes bore into hers as he reached out and pulled her away from the door.
She tripped and landed on the floor. The wind whipped into the room, blowing the door off its hinges. Covering her face, she screamed for him to make it stop, to tell her why this was happening.
He took her by the arm and pulled her to her feet, wrapping his other arm around her back to hold her close against him.
"It's time to wake up, Sarah," he said.
And then there was silence.
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Sarah bolted upright in her bed. Her breathing was ragged, her heart pounded wildly in her chest. She instantly glanced out her doorway to find the owl not perched there. A fleeting surge of panic gripped her, but she pushed it aside. 'He's probably downstairs on his cage,' she thought, trying to reassure herself. But something wasn't right, the dream had felt different from the ones she'd had before.
"Jareth?" she called out, waiting with bated breath for the sound of a soft coo in response.
"Sarah."
Her eyes darted to the doorway. There was no imagining his voice this time. It was too bold, too loud. Too real. She pushed back her blankets and stepped to the floor, her eyes never leaving the doorway. 'The owl will come fluttering up the stairs at any second', or so she told herself.
Fear gripped her insides as she drew closer to the hallway. She told herself it was just the dream that made her hear his voice. It was the power in the book that messed with her head.
But something told her that this time was different.
"Jareth?" she called tentatively.
No sound came back to her.
She stopped just inside the doorway and peeked into the hall.
Jareth stood not two feet away from her, leaning casually against the wall, in his human form.
"Hello, Sarah," he said, keeping his gaze diverted to the floor in front of him.
It was enough to allow Sarah to respond. She took a sharp breath and pulled back into her room, standing poker straight just out of his sight.
"I don't have much time, Sarah," he said, his tired voice drifted through the open doorway. "You want me to tell you about the book, and I will. But first I need to get something straight between us, something that I'm sure will be my doom. But I can't help myself."
He was suddenly standing before her.
Sarah took another sharp breath but remained unmoving.
He wore a simple peasant shirt that showed most of his chest and neck, his tan breeches were worn, his black boots almost dingy looking, even his hair didn't seem as luxurious. But the owl feathered cape clasped at his neck was as white and beautiful as the bird he was cursed to be.
He stepped closer to her, so close that she could feel his warmth.
"I… I've tried my best, Jareth." She tried to look into his eyes but found herself looking away after brief intervals.
"I know, and for that I am grateful. It's your weakness, caring for me as you do. But as I've said, I don't have much time."
"One hour," Sarah voiced, and met his eyes unwaveringly for the first time. "You only have one hour before you turn back into the owl."
"Yes."
Hearing him say it gave her more confidence. Her shoulders squared slightly, her chin rose defiantly. "I need you tell me about the book, Jareth. Where did it come from? How did it get here? Why do I constantly have the urge to hold it?"
"Sarah," he interrupted as she took a breath.
She stared up at him suddenly feeling a little light headed holding his gaze. But she refused to look away. Her questioning eyes became determined. To her chagrin he smiled at her and she thought her knees would buckle.
"The book holds my power, my magic if you would," he began to explain, brushing his hand over her shoulder without touching her, running a lock of her hair through his fingers.
"You want to hold it because it is the essence of everything I was." He bent lower to whisper into her ear. "In short, Sarah Williams, you can't keep your hands off me."
"I… no." She shook her head to clear her mind.
He was too close, she wasn't used to him like this, a man, tall, lithe, his breath was on her cheek, his hair brushed the side of her face. His shoulders were broad before her eyes, his neck, chest, bare skin she ached to touch. But no... she couldn't, he was… he was going to be gone soon. A bird, an owl that she fed and took care of and…
"I want you, Sarah," he whispered seductively, caressing the lobe of her ear with the tip of his nose.
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. The scent of him was intoxicating, natural, primitive, and alluring. She couldn't think straight. She wanted him to touch her, to feel his lips on hers, his hands on her skin.
Opening her eyes, she stared at his chest and wondered what was different, what was missing that… his medallion. She reached her hand up between them and placed her fingertips lightly on his skin.
He took a sharp breath at her touch and leaned in closer.
She traced a mental outline of the medallion with her fingers, where it should hang around his neck. The old stab of guilt coursed through her. She turned her head to the side, brushing her forehead to his cheek.
"Don't tease me, Sarah. I couldn't bear it."
She heard the anguish in his voice. The want, the need, the longing for her touch. She ran her left hand up the side of his body, starting near his waist while snaking her right hand over his shoulder to the back of his neck. His breathing was nothing more than short gasps for air, his eyes closed, his hands by his sides.
"Touch me, Jareth," she whispered.
He moved so fast it took a full minute for her mind to catch up with what happened next.
He grabbed her bodily to push her back against the open door as his lips found hers with such longing it made her head spin. His body pressed against hers, moving erotically with unbridled desire. His hands grabbed her shoulders, ass, and waist seemingly all at once.
Passion flooded her senses, her desire spurred on by his own. She linked her hands around his neck, arched her back to grind her hips into his. He pulled her knee around his hip, Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist as he lifted her from the floor.
He ground into her, his mouth ferally assaulted her neck. She grabbed his hair to pull his face from her neck and meet his mouth with her own ferocity. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, he growled low in his throat and pressed her harder against the door. He moved his mouth back to her neck, biting and sucking wildly.
She threw her head back, gasping for air. She pulled his shoulders closer, thrusting her hips forcibly into his. Her desire screamed for release, she called out his name, she grabbed at him wanting more, her body ached to feel him inside her.
"I wish we were naked," she murmured in an aroused frenzy.
Jareth pulled his head back from her throat to look at her. Her face was contorted with wild passion.
Their clothing disappeared from their bodies.
He opened his mouth to make a remark about her careless words when she slipped her body down over him, gasping at the feel of him inside her.
All thought fled at the feel of her. He thrust into her forcibly, reclaiming her neck with his teeth. His hands grabbed her ass, pulling her onto him as he met her savage thrusts. Her legs tied around him, he was vaguely aware of her nails clawing his back as she screamed and gasped in pleasure.
He moved away from the door as she clung to him, turned to cross the room and landed her on the bed. He slipped himself between her legs, ravaging her neck with lips and teeth, and pushed into her fast and hard.
She gasped and cried out his name. She grabbed at him to pull him in harder as another wave washed over her. She cried out his name in passion as Jareth moved within her, his body trembling in release. He collapsed on top of her, both of them gasping for breath in a tangle of limbs.