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To What May Come
Chapter 17
A gentle caress against her cheek alerted her of the presence of someone near. Sarah opened her eyes, a smile spreading about her lips as she saw him looking to her with longing. She did not think that he would come back, not after he had made it clear that they were to wait until…Lips consumed her own forcing all her thoughts out from the front of her mind. She could feel his body pressing to hers, causing a low moan to escape her lips.
The feel of her beneath him, the sound of her low moan against his lips as he kissed her drove him to continue. Though they were only within each other's dreams, the physical and visual aspect of the dream would make anyone that was not conscious of it being a dream think it real. He smiled against her lips, slowly making his way across her jaw line downward along her soft creamy white skin.
Sarah trembled, as she felt overwhelmed with desire and passion. She tangled her hands within his soft blond hair, her head pressing back against the pillows as she arched into his kisses.
"Jareth!" she softly yet urgently called his name. If they continued then they would regret it. As much as she wanted him to continue, his words from earlier made her call his name once again.
Feeling her panic beneath him he reluctantly pulled away, searching her eyes with his. She was breathing heavily now her chest shakily rising and falling from the amount of passion he brought within her.
As much as she hated it to end she had to. She shakily whispered, "We can't! Not yet!"
A devilish grin spread across his lips as his eyes sparkled with a secret knowledge, "Sarah, this is a dream. Anything that we do within our dreams stays a dream."
Sarah's dark brows rose in question, "But this feels so real!"
Bending down to capture her lips with his he kissed her deeply, then proceeded towards her ear. A husky whisper escaping his lips, "Ah, but when it becomes real on our wedding night what I make you feel in this dream will not even compare to the real thing."
Sarah blushed at his words, embarrassed and aroused by his statement. Shakily she reached up her hand touching his cheek, amazed at how real it felt, she traced his cheek just before her hands lightly traced along his lips.
Catching her hand in his he turned it over, kissing the inside of her palm. No more time was spent on speaking words as his actions spoke volumes within itself. Seeing her eyes close at his attentions, he leaned into her once again taking her mouth with his. She tasted almost as intoxicating as she did when in reality.
Oh, she did not want this to stop as he continued to kiss her and she him back. Knowing that it was a dream, she was feeling a little daring as she sucked his bottom lip taking it in devilishly and then pulling playfully as she slowly released him. The way his eyes regarded her after that made her blush even more.
He whispered into her ear once again, braking their silence, "Oh, I think someone is not as innocent as she has made everyone believe."
Sarah could not help but to smile, her smile quickly turning into an oh as his lips traveled downward across her skin. Her body shook as she realized that he was not going to stop his downward dissent. Just when she was about to protest she arched back as his lips touched her in a way that made her body quiver in ecstasy.
The amazing feelings that his actions arose caused her to have to close her eyes as she felt lost in the intensity of the moment. Soon his lips captured hers his hands replacing where his lips were only moments before. Oh, she did not want it to end, feeling a desperation for something she was not sure of.
Not wanting to ruin all of the surprise of their wedding night, he did not plan on completing their intimacy. His eyes looked over her trembling body watching her as she arched into his touch, a passionate cry escaping her lips.
Capturing her lips with his he wrapped his hands about her waist, pulling her to him as he rolled her on top of him. His eyes looked into hers and he watched as she blushed furiously and buried her face into his chest her body still trembling from his ministrations.
Opening her eyes once again she saw the darkness around her, the slight outline of the canopy of her bed and the knowledge that she was no longer in her dream. Biting her lower lip she rolled over on her side burring her face into her pillows, a groan escaping her lips. If this was what it was going to be like on her wedding night she was praying that the wedding would be soon, tomorrow would be nice. Sarah giggled into her pillows at her own thoughts. Oh, how was she going to be able to look at Jareth tomorrow without blushing or swooning!
Frustrated and at odds at her situation, Fayla's green eyes bore harshly at her own reflection, her mind in deep thoughts. Varden was here within the Kingdom and he was here for some dark purpose, that she was sure. He knew, knew about her secret and he could very well end her existence by merely making that secret known. In all her years she had kept her secret well guarded with the exception, of course, of Gaylon. Her heart ached at his name and being graced her memory.
Forcing herself to focus on the present she passed her hand over the mirror, risking using her power. Her image shimmered as it became dark, a smoky cloud swimming within the mirrors dark depths.
Lips purged she concentrated more on her power, "Reveal his plans to me."
The smoke within the darkness swirled and writhed, until finally solidifying into an image. A large tent was shown, its interior scarcely lit. Within she could see a large chair, no, a throne, a large flag of black with a figure of the outline of a red dragon, Varden's symbol, hanging behind it. Towards the other side of the tent, within its center, stood a large canopy bed draped in bedding of black and deep red. A sheer see through red drape surrounding the bed, this scene sent a chill down her spine.
Eyes searching, she was beginning to become frustrated, as she could not see the object of her query. She rarely used her powers but they had never denied her that in which she sought. Knowing that if she kept this up much longer that someone was bound to notice her use of power, she reached up to pass her hand over the mirror once again.
Fayla's eyes widened in horror as a hand latched onto her wrist pulling her forward. Panicked, she was caught off guard, her lack of practice making it difficult to concentrate on using her magic to pull her hand free. Before she knew it she was on the other side of the mirror within Varden's tent.
Arms wrapped around her waist, powerful magic being forced upon her weakening her own. His dark rich voice caressing against her ear as he pulled her against his chest, "Awe, so you were intrigued by my invitation after all!"
Fayla struggled against Varden's hold, her heart sinking to the depths of her soul, "Unhand me!" she demanded, her voice showing more strength than she felt.
Varden grinned against the back of her neck tasting her sweet skin, "Um, but you taste so sweet my dear."
She shuddered as she felt his caresses, "Please stop!" she pleaded, trembling with the knowledge that she was not strong enough to free herself from his hold.
He breathed in deep her fragrance, her plea going unnoticed. Varden closed his eyes as his hands wondered over her clothed body. He could sense her dread, the fear that engulfed her from his actions, also the hint of longing, desire. 'Good,' he thought to himself wielding his power over her, giving that in which she had gone so long without.
The feelings that he aroused within her sickened her to her core, her body betraying her heart as she did not want his touch, yet her body ached from being without it for so long. She could not stop herself as she leaned back against him, her legs feeling as if they would crumble beneath her. Fayla knew it was his powers and the lack of such contact for so many years.
Grinning at her inability to fight his power and his touch, he spun her around to face him. Green eyes bore into green eyes as he searched her thoughts.
Fayla fought effortlessly against his intrusion trying to block any and all knowledge from his prying mind. She could not pull her eyes away from his and was trapped, helpless and at his mercy. A whimper escaped from her lips as he broke through her mental wall.
Images of her past flashed through his mind, her conversations, her nights of passion, her grief of when she had lost her husband. In an instant he knew her wishes and her fears. Hands tangling within her long red locks he pulled her forwards, his lips crushing against her in a savage hungry kiss.
Releasing her from his kiss, he smiled wickedly at the flushed and bewildered Fayla, "Thank you my dear, that was most helpful. As much as I desire to continue our little meeting there are those that would miss you."
Horror filled eyes blurred as she felt his powers consume her. Feeling herself no longer held within a strong grasp, Fayla stumbled forwards, her legs giving out as she crumbled to the floor. Her whole being felt drained, weakened by her encounter. Varden's powers were greater than she had remembered and the way in which he had so easily weakened her own powers brought fear and dread to her heart. She had to warn the King, but how?