He wanted her. All of her.

Ever since the day she had wished her baby brother away, he had thought of her constantly. Never before had a member of the opposite sex- let alone a human- captured his attention in such a way.

Of course, he could not deny that her beauty played a large part in his feelings.

He remembered the first time he truly saw Sarah, standing in her brother's nursery, with a strange look of fear and determination clouding her features as he told her about the babe's impeding fate.

Her slender frame was rigid, small fists clenched at her side as she refused his offers of eternal happiness and wondrous dreams.

And her hair, so thick and luscious, was blowing in the gentle breeze created by the open window.

But what captivated Jareth most of all was the look in Sarah's eyes, as she swore to retrieve her brother from the depths of the Goblin City.

Oh yes, she looked afraid.

But, lurking in the very depths of those cool green eyes, Jareth could see anger and determination.

There before him stood a human girl who was willing to defy him, in a way that he had never been defied before.

This revelation stirred feelings deep inside the Goblin King. For, how wonderful would it be if he could break this untamed spirit that Sarah possessed?

And when she managed to champion the Labyrinth and obtain her brother, these feelings only grew even more intense.

It would be a beautiful thing, he decided, to claim the human girl as his own.

Frequently, he imagined himself touching her- caressing her pale skin with his own ashen fingers.

He thought about kissing those soft lips, and about biting into the tender flesh of her neck.

Oh, and he thought about taking her, enjoying her sweet body in as many ways as possible, and whenever he wanted.

Because she would belong to him. She would be his alone to control and covet.

He would break her.

Granted, it would take some time. His Sarah was stubborn, and like many women of her generation, she had been raised to speak her mind.

It wouldn't be easy teaching her to obey him.

But Jareth was going to enjoy it- he would revel in making her submit to his will.

She was, for the first time in her life, going to learn to be brought to heel.

Yes, he was looking forward to watching her transform from a spoilt little chit into an obedient, loyal wife. A graceful, dignified and delicate woman who answered solely to him.

She would be the perfect Queen. Respecting his judgement, asking his opinion, valuing his word like it was the law.

Just the thought of it made him hard.

But now he had to think of a plan, devise a way in which he could have his Sarah, because Jareth would have her eventually.

Whatever the cost, he would take what was rightfully his.

And it would be a glorious moment as she bowed before him, loving him and fearing him in the way that was so expected of her.

As he took, in more ways than one, the girl whose mind, body and soul he now owned.