His thumb stroked the sensitive skin under her jaw, tracing her racing pulse. She forced herself to hold still, to repress the emotions his touch ignited. She liked to pretend that this was just another type of battle between them, as impersonal as a lightsaber duel or a shouting contest, because the truth was considerably harder to deal with. Force bond smut.

She doesn't know what to call him anymore, so she decides not to call him anything at all. Post-TLJ reylo.

When Rey is taken by the First Order for the second time, she swears to do whatever it takes to escape—even if that means becoming Kylo Ren's apprentice. Becoming Rey's master would have been a dream-come-true for Kylo Ren—but because of Snoke's cruel terms, it feels more like a punishment. He can train her, but if he becomes attached to her, she'll be taken away from him.

When she hears the sound of frantic footsteps and panicked screaming, she knows he's found her.

He's an intruding darkness in the back of her mind, a constant longing that only grows stronger the closer he gets. She can't get rid of him. Whenever she closes her eyes, he's always there. Always waiting.

The agreement was that the loser of the day's battle would submit to the winner during the night. When Lightning won, she got to use Caius' powerful body as she pleased for a night. When Caius won, the night would always consist of slow, oh so slow torment. This night, Lightning had lost.