Warning for adult content in this chapter!
She nearly jumped up from the couch at the sound of his voice. Where the heck had it come from? Was it another disembodied voice or was he actually here?
At first, she did not see him. He stepped into the room through night black billowing curtains that led onto what looked like a balcony overlooking the labyrinth. He was still wearing his clothes from last night, was barefoot and without his gloves. His
hair was wild but still short and his face shimmered. She could tell he had been using magic by they physical changes it had brought about. She briefly wondered if he could change his hair back to long or if he had actually cut it and it would have
to grow on it's own.
He leant against the wall opposite the sofa, one foot propped up against it, trademark smirk on his face and a glass containing honey-colored liquid in one hand.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked cocking his head.
"Would I like a fucking drink? What the fuck is wrong with you?" she yelled in exasperation.
"That doesn't answer the question."
Thinking about it she figured that she could actually use a drink right now and maybe she would get the chance to throw any leftover wine into his face. Although somehow she doubted there would be any drink left.
"You know what? Yes, I would like a drink."
He downed his drink, twisted his wrist and the glass disappeared. With another flick of his wrist, he produced a crystal and threw it towards the small side table next to the sofa. A bottle of white wine and two glasses materialized on the table.
He pulled out the cork, poured two glasses and offered her one.
Sarah crossed her arms and shook her head. "Take a sip out of the one you were going to give me."
His smirk grew wider. "You don't trust me."
"Not in a million years. Now drink the wine."
He raised the glass to his lips and took a fairly large sip before handing it to her.
"Satisfied?"
She took the glass from him. "Still not trusting you but I'll take my chances."
The glass was heavy in her hand and the wine cold. Condensation had formed at the side of the glass. Exhaustion and weariness threatened to engulf her. It had all been too much. She took a large swallow, not caring what it looked like or what he might
think. The wine was fruity, crisp, tasted faintly of white peaches and also went straight to her head.
She briefly closed her eyes as she felt herself unwind.
Jareth took a seat next to her. His half empty glass was sitting on the side table.
He kept watching her as she was sipping her wine. Just as she had build up enough courage to throw the remaining contents of the glass into his face he took it from her and sat it on the table.
Without warning, he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the mouth.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing, Goblin King?"
"Isn't it obvious?" he retorted and raised an eyebrow.
"You can't just trick me into your world, trap me here and expect me to act as if nothing is wrong. And I have no desire to kiss you. Ever again. You fucking son of a bitch! The only reason I came looking for you is to tell you to send me back right now!
You cannot do this. Even in your world this has to be wrong. I made a wish to help you!"
"Even if I wanted to - which I do not - I could not send you back. The laws of magic don't work that way. You made the wish but since there is nobody to run the labyrinth for you ...," he trailed off.
"That is such bullshit! I don't believe a word of what you are saying!"
"The sidhe can't lie."
"The what? Oh and everyone can lie."
"The sidhe. I am a sidhe the way you are a human. It's what we call ourselves. Humans call us fae. And no, we cannot lie. There is literally a block in our mind when we try to."
Sarah stared at him dumbfounded. So that's what he was. She somehow had known.
"I hate you."
An unidentifiable emotion flashed across his face before he rearranged it back into its smirking mask.
He trailed his fingers over her bare arms making her shiver.
"Stop it."
Ignoring her, his fingertips now caressed her sides and faintly brushed the underside of her breasts.
"I said stop it!"
Me moved closer again. "I don't believe you. You say things you don't mean all the time," he breathed into her ear.
His mouth ghosted over her lips and his fingertips were now lightly touching her upper thigh. "If you truly don't want this you can always push me away and I will stop. You're very good at pushing me away, aren't you?"
Damn him! His touch ignited sensations within her that she would have never thought could be brought on by HIM and she felt desire pooling deep in her belly. What was wrong with her? She could not possibly want him after everything he'd done to her? And
how dare he try to manipulate her by alluding to the accident! She hadn't meant for it to happen!
Just a few more seconds and she would push him away. Why was actually doing this so difficult?
A wild idea formed into her mind and she tried to ignore it, wanting to forget it had ever occured to her. No such luck.
What if she could just take from him what she wanted the way he had taken from her what he had wanted?
There was no way she was staying with him in his castle. She'd search for help outside from other fae. But before she'd get away from him she could ...
In a split second she made up her mind and kissed him passionately. He hesitated for a heartbeat and she knew that she had surprised him. Had all his confidence been just empty bluster?
His kiss matched hers in ferocity and for a brief moment she had the impression that he kissed her like a man who had been dying of thirst and finally was able to drink. The intensity of his kiss frightened her.
In an effort to take control and punish him at the same time she bit his bottom lip. Hard. Nearly hard enough to draw blood and she now had his attention. He pulled away, "This," she motioned between them, "does not change anything. I hate you and will
never forgive you. Are we clear, Goblin King?"
An emotion flashed over his face far too quickly for her to able to identify it. He smirked and crushed his lips against hers once again while his hand moved upward on her thigh, the back of his fingers brushing briefly against her center.
She suppressed a moan. No way would she give him that type of satisfaction so early in the game.
His hand moved towards the elastic waistband of her sleeping pants and dipped inside her pants. Her eyes snapped open. What was she doing? But it was too late as he already touched her most sensitive spot and she lost all coherent thought at the sensation.
This time she could not stop herself and she whimpered as he kept caressing her.
She needed more and subconsciously raised her hips for closer contact. She was close. So close. How could someone she hated affect her so much?
Suddenly he stopped. Her eyes snapped open in frustration.
He hovered a few inches above her, pupils large and black with desire, an unasked question on his face.
In response, she yanked his shirt above his head, pulled him closer for another kiss and wrapped her legs around him craving the friction of feeling him. She could tell he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Jareth was stroking her hair and looked at her as is she was the most precious thing in his world.
She needed to feel him. Now. She started pushing down his pants and Jareth's eyes widened in astonishment. He quickly followed her lead and finally there were no more clothes between them. She moaned as she felt him hard between her legs and pushed towards
him, curling her toes in anticipation.
"Please!" she silently begged him. "Don't make me ask you."
He must have seen the ultimate need reflected on her face and finally - finally - the agonizing wait was over.
He filled her so completely and perfectly that she thought they must have been made for one another. His eyes seemed to gaze into her very soul as he made love to her. She had not expected the amount of unspoken emotion that poured from him in the moments
that followed. Time stood still and she only felt an immense amount of being loved unconditionally while lying in his arms. His sneering mask was gone and she saw the man underneath for the first time.
Unfortunately, shame and guilt quickly returned with the memory of where she was, who she was with and what had just occured between them.
Utterly disgusted at herself, she jumped up, pulled on her clothes and fled the room without even a further look at a visibly distressed Jareth.
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