When the door slid open behind her, Rey didn't immediately turn from the viewport to face her guest. Instead, she pinched the glass stem between her fingers, raised it carefully to the perfect pink of her lips, and took a long sip of the amber liquid she'd been given by the serving droid. Her nose wrinkled at the bubbles fizzing against the roof of her mouth, but she realized the taste was finally starting to grow on her after her second glass.

She held herself as regally as she knew how, unpracticed in the art of true, aristocratic conceit but able enough to convey a casual aloofness that she'd perfected on the more unsavory characters of Jakku. The sound of the door whooshing shut made something flutter nervously in her stomach, amplified by the way she could practically feel Ren's gaze dragging down the line of her silhouette. Rey held her position despite this, forcing herself into stillness as the quiet percussion of footsteps neared with impending finality. They halted only when they were practically upon her, and in one last defensive measure, she took her time setting the glass in her hand down with a faint clink on a side table.

Warmth radiated from the figure standing so closely to her bare back, it triggered a resonate shiver that skated over her flesh like a delicate sound wave. Behind her, a breath stirred the errant strands of hair that had eluded the curls rolling down her back, but was quickly replaced by the sensation of fingertips sweeping the entire mass aside to fall over her collarbone. Taking full advantage of the unveiling, lips, soft and full, pressed against her goose-prickled shoulder. They stayed there insistently while a gloveless hand skimmed lightly up her arm, hesitating at the the top of her bicep before it traveled downward again.

Every past encounter she'd had with the man hovering like a shadow behind her taught Rey to expect impatience and the rapid escalation of intimate contact. The moment their skin connected, it was usually like a flame doused in oil, a surge of barely-contained kinetic energy that had required every bit of her willpower to endure without completely embarrassing herself. Which is why Ren's gentle, persistent movements surprised her as his warm palm passed over her chilled flesh again and again, up, then down, soothing and light, slowly draining the tension away through a softly hypnotic current of touch.

It was so unexpected, this haunting calm, that her eyes fluttered closed in response. Maybe it was the drink she'd consumed, or her mind's willingness to let this happen for once without her signature resistance, but each sweep of Ren's hand felt like bewitchment, as though a tenacious, silken filament was being drawn across her skin—just one of many threads that sought to bind her tightly to him. But even as he lulled her body into passivity, twisting her round in the web of his lure with covetous greed, Rey's mind was still sharp and vigilant, allowing herself to be pulled in close enough to glimpse the secret vulnerability of his underbelly.

His hand was still moving ceaselessly against her arm, but now she also felt those soft lips of his feather teasingly along the column of her neck. Her body unexpectedly fell into him as the erotic touch curled through her, and vaguely she registered the curious feeling of crisp fabric brushing against her exposed back. It didn't feel like the rough material that made up his surcoat, which had always looked capable of chafing skin if given the chance, but that thought abruptly stalled in her brain like a faulty motivator when the liquid slide of a tongue made itself known behind her ear.

It traveled hotly up the seam, tasting the skin there, and the wicked way he returned to press it into the hollow just above her jaw shattered any prior illusion he'd given of gentlemanly conduct. The move was positively lascivious, the wet lave of that assailing, velvet tongue, and when her head lolled to the side, Ren predictably capitalized on the opportunity and struck with vicious efficacy, clamping his mouth down on the throat she unwittingly bared to him like a hungry viper. He seized her biceps to prevent her escape, and Rey hissed in a breath, just barely able to stop the moan that threatened to spill.

Her reluctance wasn't meant to completely hide how he affected her—on the contrary, tonight was a study in how her reactions affected him—but she needed to feel whatever small modicum of control she could muster if she was going to go through with this. This, like any standoff they'd had, required fortitude and cunning. Ren reveled in pressing his advantage, and she needed to use his certainty that he could play her body like a maestro against him. Rey had to know if she possessed the means to truly seduce him back, or if he was so guarded that he would only allow them to be intimate when he commanded complete control.

Her actions were slow, drowsy, fighting weak knees when she felt the bite of teeth on her throat above the Force-dampening collar, but after a firm pull against the tight clench on one of her biceps, Rey managed to slide her hand upward until she was able to twine it in the silky locks of hair at the back of Ren's head. She felt him pause momentarily, likely stunned that she would willingly touch him this way, but that lasted all of a heartbeat before his free arm hooked around her torso and crushed her against him like he wanted to fuse with her.

Ren's unleashed passion was overwhelming as always, as brazen and unapologetic as the lightsaber he wielded. Rey clung helplessly to her fist of hair when he lifted her entire body up so that her slippered feet dangled above the floor, dragging her quite deliberately against that part of himself that had thickened with his ramping lust. She had but a moment to gasp before he sunk his teeth more firmly into the tender curve of her throat and elicited the moan she had previously succeeded in holding back. The savagery of the act made her suddenly aware of a growing slickness between her thighs, as if a revealing curtain had been parted to show the flaws in her defenses. This was Ren's method, to subdue and conquer, quickly and efficiently, before she had the chance to fight back. He wanted her weakened, docile. Well, tonight would be different, Rey snarled in her head.

She heard him grunt when she pulled sharply at the hair in her grip, causing his head to jerk and unlatch from her neck in response to the stinging pain. Rey used this distraction to wriggle from the restraining cinch of his arms, loosened but not completely liberated, and as soon as her feet touched the floor, she turned within the tight circle to face him.

His eyes were still darkened with lust and his breathing accelerated, but he watched her with a cautiously speculative gleam that told her she had mere moments to either act or explain herself before he lost patience and advanced again. Her gaze quickly spanned down the length of him, the space between them just enough to get a look at his attire. She'd been right; Ren was not dressed in his usual military surcoat.

Had it been any other color, the elegantly-cut jacket, fitted trousers, and sleek calf-high boots might have been considered—in her humble, uninformed opinion—princely. But she should have known that he would tolerate no less than the grimmest shades of black. Despite this, they appeared finely made, and it occurred to her that maybe Ren needed this change in costume to shed the severity of his station for an evening of quiet dining; much like his mask allowed him to perform all manner of cruelties in the midst of battle.

Ren's perusal of her own attire was decidedly more attentive and seemed to give him pause. She knew the gown's gossamer black threading and tight stretch of skin-toned fabric made it appear as if the scrolling lace was creeping up her bare flesh. The effect had alarmed her at first, especially given the fact that its plunging design revealed more skin than she had even tolerated in the desert; she had, however, reassured herself that the somewhat sheer fabric was opaque enough not to embarrass her completely. Still, the way Ren's eyes lingered as if he could see through the weave made her question her own judgment more than a little bit.

"I wasn't sure you'd wear it." His voice was barely above a whisper, but it managed to hit that deep, spine-tingling note of bass that always engendered an involuntary shudder. His eyes eventually met hers again, after they had drunk their fill of lace and flesh, and the wicked intent she read burning within them almost robbed her of words.

"Then...why did you send it?" The liquid she imbibed earlier had a desirable, palliative effect that somehow kept her breathing even as she spoke. Any other time that stare was leveled at her, she'd sounded as though she were recovering from a breakneck sprint up a sand dune, but this time her voice was smooth, measured. Perhaps it would do her some good to have another glass before the night was done.

"Wishful thinking, I suppose," Ren mused, as he lifted a hand to push her curled hair back over her shoulder. He had returned to visually tracing the swirling patterns of lace curling over her hips like strategically-placed vines, but his odd statement lingered in the air between them, a strange admission coming from the dark-hearted monster she had once believed he was. Now that she had other ideas of his true motivations, she realized this might be her best opportunity to test her theory.

With an eye on Ren's distracted face, she slid the fingers of one hand up along the sharp slope of his jaw, tasking the other to tangle again in the soft hair at his nape and idly wondering if she was starting to develop a hair fetish. Rey saw him freeze once again at the touch, like he had ceased to breath for a heartbeat, before he raised his dark eyes to hers.

The dizzying mix of suspicion, creeping hope, and desire all blazing like a poorly banked fire within his gaze confirmed her intuitions, before he was quickly able to shutter it behind a frown. One of her thumbs rested against his smooth, cleanly-shaven cheek as she tilted her head down just so, mimicking an expression she'd once seen from a crafty woman in a bazaar attempting to coax a young man into buying her a pretty scarf. The man had seemed enraptured, and Rey had rolled her eyes at the easy and obvious manipulation of an ill-prepared mark as she passed. But now, as she gazed up at Ren from beneath her lashes, pink lips parted and dampened by a quick swipe of tongue, she realized the power of such an expression.

Ren's frown was was slowly melting away as his attention flickered from her eyes to her lips and back in rapid succession. Even his cheek, cupped in her hand, was leaning unconsciously into the light press of her fingers, like a starving plant straining toward the sun. Rey noticed this now that she knew to look for it, but this wasn't enough, she knew. She needed to be sure.

"What else does a man like you wish for, I wonder?" Rey asked in a breathy whisper, in part to keep from breaking the spell Ren seemed to be under, but also due to the heady rush of power washing over her at the prospect of finally gaining the upper hand on such an unequal playing field. Ren's gaze lingered on her mouth as she formed words meant to draw him deeper into the trap she laid. "With everything in the known galaxy under your thumb, what is there left for Kylo Ren to want?"

A shaky breath escaped from between his lips, and Rey was gratified to see that for once, her words were affecting his breathing, rather than the other way around. It took everything in her to hold back the triumphant smile threatening to break over her face as she watched him begin to list forward as if drawn by an invisible cord, his gaze fastened on her mouth. But Rey wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of being the aggressor. No, now it was her turn to take whatever she wanted from him.

The second her eyes made it back up to his, Rey set her jaw determinedly and pulled him down for a kiss. She suspected that she'd successfully caught him off-guard, because he didn't immediately respond when she pressed her parted lips against his. Her body angled so that her breasts within the tight squeeze of the gown's bodice pushed up against his chest and her hands smoothed back into his hair, relishing the feel of it sliding between her fingertips with guilty pleasure. It was definitely becoming a fetish. The kiss was like a hard-won parry of her saber; audacious, thrumming with the frantic need to survive, thrilling in its defiance against improbable odds.

Ren's slack mouth and stationary hands didn't stay that way for long though. As Rey tentatively touched her tongue to his, lapping lightly at the tip to bolster her courage, Ren snapped into motion like a live wire. His hands molded around her narrow ribcage and once again she found herself lifted off her feet, this time pressed roughly against the cool transparisteel of the viewport. She gasped for the second time that night in surprise at the chill of its slick surface on her exposed skin and Ren wasted no time in exploiting her open mouth by snaking his tongue inside to twist with her own. Rey refused to be mastered though. Her fingers weaved tightly in his hair again, pulling his head backward as she pushed herself forward, sealing her lips against his and swallowing his groan.

She kissed him so thoroughly that she felt light-headed for want of oxygen, but she didn't relent, simply canted her head to the other side and breathed in the dregs of air that slipped through before she kissed him again with concentrated fierceness. Every move deserved a calculated counter, an answer to his daunting confidence, and she would not allow him to escape this unscathed. Though dulled by the collar around her neck, the Bond was warming between them, seemingly fueled as much by contention as by their proximity, and the weight of it pressing in her mind gave her a sudden, ruthless idea.

It was uncharacteristic of him, but since she'd arrived on the Finalizer, Ren hadn't deliberately read her thoughts as far as she could tell. She'd been doing her best to block him out anyway, as the consequences of one stray thought could be detrimental to her cause. The collar, just like Ren had outlined for her in the shuttle hold, limited her Force powers and the flow of energy between them, but it still allowed them to communicate. Ren had projected his thoughts into her mind and until now, Rey had refrained from projecting any of her own that hadn't been coerced. But now she had a reason. Now was the perfect time to go on the offensive.

Ren's thumbs were digging into the undersides of her breasts as he held her up, his eyes closed and leaning hard into her aggressive, breath-stealing kisses. Rey's tongue retreated in favor of sucking his lower lip between her own, abrading it with a scrape of teeth and smiling triumphantly when he hissed in response. He was finally just how she wanted him, enthralled, susceptible, and ready for her to push the advantage. He never thought her capable of it, but for once Rey was able to think through the haze of desire. Her hands trailed downward to cup Ren's jaw as she touched her forehead to his and whispered lowly into his mind, 'Kylo...'

His eyes immediately flew open, finding hers. She knew then by the way his gaze radiated heat and desperate longing, that she had found the key to his undoing. It seemed so simple, yet prolific, as she felt the hands holding her aloft press more urgently into her sides, his hardness lined up with the most feverish part of her wedging more firmly between her gown-covered thighs. Something in their connecting gaze flared like a fuel fire, and Ren looked ready to stoke the flames even higher. Rey knew she needed to keep her head, but when he looked at her like that, like the only thing keeping him from all that he desired was the space of an exhale, she worried.

And she might have been on the cusp of enduring one of the most rigorous tests of her willpower to date, had a pleasant, droning voice not broken the moment with an oblivious, chirping enthusiasm.

"Supreme Leader, Madame Rey," the serving droid chimed out from somewhere to the left of them. "Dinner is served."

They both froze, Ren's lip still caught between her teeth. She released it slowly, eyes flickering up to meet his, and they turned as one to observe the droid standing next to the dining table that Rey had frankly forgotten was there. Rey blinked a few times, attempting to reconcile the dramatic shift in ambiance; despite the droid being wholly incapable of judging her, she felt a blush beginning to warm her cheeks.

Ren processed the interruption much differently. He pulled back just enough to allow Rey to slip down the transparisteel to gain her feet, but then one of his hands shot up, palm outward, with a malicious snarl curling his lip. His intentions dawned on her suddenly, and she just managed to grasp his arm as she heard an ominous crunch of metal coming from the droid.

"No, Ren, don't!"

His head jerked to stare incredulously at her, but when there were no further noises of destruction, Rey realized that this was her cue to continue. She saw the serving droid teeter uncertainly on its spindly limbs from out of the corner of one eye, likely unaware of how close it came to becoming scrap metal.

"It's not its fault," Rey insisted carefully, her fingers curled around the arm Ren still aimed offensively at the droid. "It's only doing the job it was assigned. It doesn't deserve your wrath just because it has bad timing." The droid chirped an ill-timed agreement, and Rey threw a glare in its direction to discourage any further perilous responses.

The silence following her entreaty was tense, but she waited diligently to see if he would still deliver judgment on the unsuspecting droid. Even then, she was mildly shocked when he lowered his hand. It was done with obvious reluctance and a vague look of disgust that told her how rare it was for Ren not to indulge his impulses. "I didn't think you'd be so protective of a droid," he eventually replied with a haughty undertone. "Is it not just a collection of parts to a scavenger?"

The condescension made Rey bristle, and the press of his palm resting on the curve of her waist suddenly irritated her. She could no sooner resist knocking him down a peg than try to protect the serving droid from harm. "Well, you've made a similar mistake before, haven't you? And I don't seem to remember that assumption working in your favor." Her gaze trailed deliberately along the line of pink scarring bisecting his face, allowing just a hint of smugness to bleed through.

Ren's eyes narrowed dangerously at her and his mouth opened to respond, but it was clear that he didn't have a ready answer to her verbal jab. Rather than bask in the victory, Rey decided then, with the feel of his blunt fingers beginning to press alarmingly into her side, that it was best to put some distance between them, lest he subject her to whatever repercussions he had brewing behind those dark eyes of his. She'd lost the immediate advantage anyway when the droid interrupted them and she needed time to regroup.

Laying a hand on the expanse of expensively-garbed chest that stretched before her eye line, she focused on using considerable force to push Ren backwards and not on the densely-packed muscles she felt flexing just beneath her palm. She used every ounce of concentration left within her to deliver her next words without any breathlessness. "I believe you wanted to have dinner, unless you sent the dress and the droid for some other reason? If we don't eat it now, it'll all go to waste."

Ren's brow furrowed as his gaze raked back down her form, and she would venture by the hungry look on his face that he was about to respond with some equivalent of 'Kriff dinner', but she took that moment to sidestep his looming presence and make her escape.

The soft cushion of the heeled slippers on her feet, secured by a hidden crisscross of black silk ribbons that wound all the way up to her thighs, made her feel as if she was gliding away from him. Only when she arrived at the decadent spread laid out by the serving droid, did she look back at him in askance.

The way he remained rooted in place might have been comical if the stakes for success in this endeavor weren't so high. His body was still leaning into the space she had just occupied, his head turned in her direction with a faintly perturbed expression troubling his darkly handsome face. He had one hand raised slightly, almost as if it had belatedly tried to stop her from leaving his proximity. It gave her a small measure of confidence that Ren might still be preoccupied with the sound of his name whispered in his mind, and of the kisses she had bestowed with enthusiasm and of her own free will.

Now safely across the room, Rey stepped carefully behind one of the high-backed chairs at the table, erected specifically by the droid for this evening's dining experience. It was not quite a retreat—she made the movement leisurely enough not to appear so—but she felt infinitesimally better having a solid object between them. She was unsure of how Ren would react from this point forward. Would he concede to her obvious maneuvering of the situation, or was the slow clench of his fists at his sides an indication that he was at the end of his already razor thin patience-

"Of course," Ren answered more smoothly than she thought he was capable of at the moment. Rey watched him straighten his stance and turn to face her, his hands unfurling deliberately against his thighs. His face was already affecting an impassive mask as he made his way to the table, but she caught the flash of something heated in his dark eyes as he neared. When she realized that his intended destination wasn't the empty place setting across from her—but instead, directly where she was standing—she began to stammer ungracefully in protest.

"W-Wait, Ren, y-you just said-" His warm fingers curled around hers and pulled them gently away from the chairback, tugging her sideways so that her shoulder nearly bumped into his chest. She gazed up at him in bewilderment until he released her hand from his over-sized grip and crossed behind her, his presence like the pull of gravity at her back. Panic and dismay was already beginning to surface, lamenting the fact that she might have entirely misjudged her advantage; but then her ears registered the soft scrape of chair legs dragging along the floor.

Rey pivoted on her heel in order to fully take stock of the man beside her. Ren's eyes were held downcast with an air of polite formality that she had rarely seen from him, and he had the chair positioned in such a way that it seemed to be awaiting her occupation.

She had only seen the like once in an overwrought holodrama, never in practice, and it struck her as peculiar that of all the people in the galaxy that might have done this for her, Ren would be the one. But he had been a prince before he'd renounced his lineage and retooled himself as a knight and inquisitor for the Dark side, so it stood to reason that old habits were hard to shake. Still, it was difficult not to continue gaping at him like a stranded blobfish, and even more so to force her limbs into action so that he could complete the gallant gesture. A soft breath slipped out of her as she lowered herself down, just as the chair was brought forward to catch her slight weight and effectively seat her at the table. There was a strange emotion welling up inside her, and she had to wonder if Ren hadn't done such a thing just to throw her off balance.

Her suspicions remained unconfirmed as Ren moved to take his own seat across from her, picking up the intricately folded napkin in front of him and snapping it crisply before laying it in his lap. Suddenly, Rey had a moment of profound uncertainty. Since her dramatic departure from Jakku, cohabitation with the Resistance, apprenticeship with Luke, and years spent in hiding with her son, formal table manners had never quite made it on the agenda. And now she found herself dining in the presence of a prince. Most of her knowledge of etiquette had come from Poe as he'd subtly tried to impress upon a former desert scavenger and former Stormtrooper the merits of not inhaling food like an approaching comet could be on-course for impact at anytime.

The thought had just crossed her mind that she should probably follow Ren's lead, when the serving droid plucked her napkin up and laid it down with a flourish across her lap. There were plates of tiny, savory looking cakes and golden tarts on the table, piled high and distracting her from the movements of the serving droid puttering around her. Was it somehow breaching formal dining protocol to swipe one to taste before Ren had begun eating? Rey nibbled her lip in contemplation as a covered dish was set before each of them. She watched as one of the finer nuances of First Order technology was flaunted with casual aplomb when Ren tapped a shiny chrome button on the side of the cover, causing it to recede into itself like a diminishing iris.

With a tap of her own cover, she revealed the mouthwatering contents beneath and similar to the earlier fruit and real water fresher, she knew she wouldn't begrudge herself this indulgence in the slightest. She'd had little experience with foods outside of reconstituted water-bread, field rations, and the occasional run-in with hastily-prepared street food, but the scent of rich, fragrant broth and root vegetables told her that this fare was leagues above anything she'd ever had at the Resistance base. Across from her, Ren chose a tart from one of the small towers between them and broke it in half over the aromatic soup, dipping it into the hot liquid before he took a generous bite.

Rey tried not to appear too eager when she followed suit. Her eyes closed briefly in bliss. She'd been right; the flaky tart, complimented by the vibrant flavor of the spiced broth, was easily the best thing she had ever tasted. When she saw Ren take up a utensil beside his dish to lift steaming spoonfuls up to his mouth to savor, Rey nearly snatched up her own and dug in with a vigor she couldn't have concealed if she tried. Her entire world narrowed down to the skim of her spoon through piquant broth and tender vegetables, redolent of every vivid fantasy she'd had as an orphan scavenger bunking down for the night in a drafty AT-AT with hunger pangs. Not a word had passed between them since they sat down, and there were mere spoonfuls of soup remaining by the time she thought to look up again.

She swallowed. Perhaps she shouldn't have let the distraction of new and interesting foods monopolize all of her attention. Had she been more aware, she might have noticed that she had an audience, and that this rapt audience of one had ceased eating entirely to stare at her with a soft, satisfied smile playing about his full lips and eyes that in contrast appeared inappropriately starved. Rey dropped her spoon into her dish abruptly, keenly embarrassed of how her voracious conduct might have been received. She shouldn't care, being coerced into all of this as she was, but nevertheless she was suffering from yet another moment of self-consciousness beneath Ren's scrutiny. It seemed part and parcel when dealing with him now.

"Please," Ren urged when she looked away from him uncomfortably. "Finish. You seem to enjoy it."

Her only recourse when dealing with the flush spreading down her neck like a brush fire was to act as if she was wholly unaffected. "No, I—I've had quite enough, I think."

The disappointment on his face was obvious, but the serving droid chose that moment to lean in politely. "Madame, may I?" it asked with a tinny chirp and gestured to her nearly empty dish. She tried not to follow the dish with her eyes as it was cleared from the table once she nodded her consent. Ren waved the droid forward when it inquired after his own dish, still mostly full with warm, silky broth, and it was whisked away as well with a deferential hum.

Seeing such delicious food wasted in such a careless way almost caused a physical ache inside her, but she knew that even though trillions of people in the galaxy feared the ravaging menace of famine on a near constant basis, no one on the First Order's Finalizer went hungry. They didn't labor and sweat all day in the scorch of the desert hoping to trade rusted components for scant fractions of sustenance, or spend days climbing and chipping away at veins of ore within a dank cave system just to ensure their son didn't suffer from an empty belly. She doubted that a child had ever set foot on the Finalizer before Riku.

Riku. Her mind seized upon the details of his face in her mind, the soft, dark curls tousled on his forehead, the way his smile favored one cheek and gave way to a tiny dimple. The prospect of that tremulous smile had seen her through some of her darkest days, when she'd felt bereft and inadequate, a pretender wearing the guise of a competent mother to mask the fact that she was making crucial parenting decisions as she went along. Her son had never doubted her, not even when she'd mistakenly bedded them down for the night in that nest of firecrawlers, and his blind faith in an affection-starved, orphan scavenger with no hearth or home to speak of had galvanized her like nothing else had. Riku was her home.

It wasn't his fault that he didn't recognize the danger they were both in, and that's why it was up to her to see them through this safely and intact. Ren was his father, and unfortunately she could no longer hide that fact from him, but she hoped to one day explain her reasons for fleeing when he was older and able to understand. He didn't deserve any of this, not the life he had lived as a social outcast on the Resistance base, the days spent in solitude while she was away finding the means for them both to live, nor scathing disappointment he was sure to feel when they left this lavish lifestyle. She would deal with his heartache when the time came, but for now she hoped he was at least enjoying what he could while he had it.

"Did Riku enjoy the same for dinner?" Rey asked, looking up from the odd centerpiece comprised of a mishmash of organic materials and polished, volcanic rock. Like every memorable experience she'd had in recent years, she always sought to share it with her son whenever possible. It would give her some comfort to know that he'd gotten to sample such wonderful flavors.

"A variation," Ren replied benignly, though his eyes seemed to be studying her after such a long silence on her part. "Something a little more suited for a boy of six."

A thought occurred to her then, and she found its impact tightening in her chest as she pinned Ren with a pensive look. "Did Riku eat alone this evening?"

The Supreme Leader of the conquered galaxy seemed taken aback by the question, but then the hawkish gaze softened just a touch. "No. Phasma volunteered to dine with him. It seems she and the boy have found a common thread when it comes to the arts. She asked if she might be allowed to indulge his curiosity a bit more, and I thought this appropriate." The serving droid was a silent observer as it laid new utensils down in front of them both, but Ren didn't spare it a glance as he asked her soberly, "Is that acceptable?"

On some level, it struck Rey as surreal that he would ask her approval on something concerning his own, biological son, given her position as a captive, but most of Rey's thoughts centered around something more disheartening: the unfairness of being separated from her son while some other female stand-in kept him company. She surmised though that of all the First Order officers he could have chosen to be in close quarters with her son, she would have likely balked the least with General Phasma.

"Since it seems that I'll be too occupied to dine with him in the evenings, I suppose it will have to be." Rey lifted the glass next to her place setting, shimmering with the same amber liquid of which she'd been partaking when Ren first arrived, and took a measured sip to wash down the bitter taste of her resentment. The bubbles lingering on her tongue burst with honeyed flavor, and she felt a warm feeling in her chest that told her she needed to take care not to overdo it from here on out. She still had a seduction she needed to execute.

Ren looked vaguely displeased with her answer, but chose not to comment until another covered dish was surreptitiously laid in front of them. Once the serving droid backed away, Ren activated the dish cover with the same feature as the first course, and this time Rey didn't hesitate to do the same. Nearly gaping at the picture-perfect decadence of succulent, golden, char-grilled fowl resting on a bed of some soft grain, she almost missed Ren's next words.

"Perhaps we all might dine together, from time to time."

The casually-spoken remark hung between them, as Rey's hands froze on the set of utensils she'd been on the verge of picking up with unmasked enthusiasm. Her gaze drifted from the tempting vision of real meat to the man seated across from her, who had already begun tucking into his meal with an odd air of concentration.

Here it was again, that same peculiar emotion that accosted her after witnessing Riku's conversation with Ren in his head, or when she thought of the way that he laid a hand Riku's head in obvious affection. Ren wanted a family. Granted, he'd had one before he had taken up with Snoke, but it was brutally evident now that he had wasted loyalty—and lives—on that old monster. All she had ever heard from Leia regarding her estranged son was regret with the way she and Han had neglected and foisted him off on Luke. It had been corroborated by his first gift to Riku – The Lonely Prince. Ren cared for Riku, but he was also trying to be the father that he'd never felt he'd had.

"Perhaps." Rey said it quietly, and she saw Ren's gaze flicker up for a moment to gauge her expression before he turned it back to his meal. "When will I get to see him in combat training?" Rey added after a moment. He had never been quite clear on that, and Rey needed to know what Riku was being taught so that she could eventually begin the process of reversing it.

"Soon," he answered, eyes still on his plate while he methodically segmented the grilled meat into smaller pieces. "We're focusing mostly on his Force abilities for the time being. Defense being the best offense. He's actually quite eager to show you what he's learned thus far."

Of course. Riku was eager to show his mother what he'd learned because he didn't see anything wrong with learning Darksider principles and combat techniques. He had no idea where a Dark path could lead him, nor did she think he truly comprehended that Ren was edging him closer to potentially harming others. Her gentle little boy would become an unwitting murderer under his father's tutelage, good intentions or not.

She must have spent too long in silence, because eventually Ren seemed to notice that she hadn't yet begun eating. Uncomfortable beneath his questioning gaze, Rey picked up her utensils immediately to shave off a bite-sized piece off from her entree and hurriedly pushed the fork between her lips.

Rey almost moaned aloud. How could anything be better than the soup she had previously devoured like a thirsting bantha? The food here was divine. As much as she wanted to remain unaffected by any of the amenities forced on her during captivity, food had always been a weakness of hers.

"How do you like it?" Ren asked, though she felt the inquiry was completely unnecessary given the undignified way she was frantically cutting into the meat to taste another piece. She tried to be polite and murmured something vaguely reverent about the food she was consuming between bites, but she wasn't sure if Ren understood her. But he must have, because she caught his slight smile as her eyes raised for a moment, just to make sure she hadn't put him off with her table manners. "It's Endorian chicken, poached in butter and herbs then flash-grilled until the skin crisps up. It's always been one of my favorites."

"It's kriffing brilliant," she concurred inelegantly around a mouthful. Then, suddenly, something he said registered. "Endor? I've been there." She scooped up a bite of the savory grain, tossed with slender shards of some tangy dried fruit, and hummed in delight.

"You have?"

She nodded, waiting until she was able to speak freely, without impediment. "There's an outpost there in the middle of the wilderness but away from the natives. It's on an island, a little ways from the shore. They call it the-"

"The Shimmering Isle," Ren finished with a faintly nostalgic note coloring his words. "I've been there too."

"It's beautiful there," Rey said rather wistfully, as she recalled the way the water had rippled in docile crests around the island. She had only been there momentarily, picking up a crate of unknown origins for the Resistance, but the quiet mystique of the place had prompted her to climb through a hatch near the aft of the Falcon to sit for hours visually absorbing the scenery. She'd been eventually chased off by a dock porter, but the memory still resonated strongly with her. She had gotten more than her fill of turbulent seas on Ahch-To, so the calming serenity of gentle waters had been a welcome change.

"That it is," Ren agreed. "Believe it or not, there are many places like that in the galaxy. Quiet, majestic places. Forests untouched by the trample of feet, with iridescent lichen carpeting the ground as far as the eye can see. Rocky alcoves hidden away at the peaks of mountain tops and filled with shimmering crystal formations. Ice glaciers towering like spacescrapers into the sky and gliding through arctic waters in utter silence."

"I don't like the cold," Rey blurted. "But the other stuff, it sounds...nice." If someone had told her in the past that Kylo Ren, Darksider Knight of the brutal and oppressive First Order, appreciated the subtle beauty of nature in seclusion, she would have covertly checked that person for a head wound. But as she was discovering, there were all kinds of things she had previously assumed about Ren that no longer held water.

"I'd like to show our son some day. I think he would enjoy it. You would too." His eyes were boring into hers with an intensity that caused her gaze to drop away in discomfort. But her mind was rapidly turning the seemingly genial statement over and over, parsing out the significance behind his words. He wanted to take them off-ship to see these wonders. Both of them. That meant time away from a warship chocked full of innumerable guards standing between her and possible freedom. There was still the matter of the collar to address, but if she could somehow find a way around it, or escape in spite of it...

She hadn't pushed for it, but this was the opening for which she had been hoping, a sign that Ren's careful watch might eventually flag for an instant—an instant that she might be able to exploit. Rey knew that she couldn't hesitate when the opportunity presented itself, because above all else, she needed Riku away from his sphere of potentially damaging influence. He ultimately wanted to groom their son into a carbon copy of the man he was now, a man who would kill, kidnap, and subjugate those who wouldn't bow to his wishes. It might be more difficult now than it had been to harden her heart, especially with these unanticipated feelings of regret cropping up when he spoke of showing Riku the galaxy, but she needed to, if they were ever going to be free again.

This was a boon, and she should treat it as such. With that thought echoing loudly in her mind, she met his gaze and nodded, attempting to look cautiously grateful. "I'd like that, I think."

She pushed away the tendrils of rueful emotions creeping along her heart when she saw his small smile in response, disturbingly reminiscent of Riku's, and turned her focus back to polishing off the rest of the meal in front of her. In what seemed like no time at all, she was using one of the flaky brown cakes from the earlier course to nudge the remainder of the chicken and grain onto her fork, made even more delicious by the drizzle of sauce that had pooled in the dish. There was actually a pang of sadness welling up in her chest when she realized that she had finished it all, but then she heard the scrape of dishware across the tabletop as Ren unexpectedly pushed his own dish in her direction.

"Would you like the rest of mine?" Rey's gaze bounced between him and the dish of heavenly, golden meat a few times, before she reached for it.

"Are you sure you don't want it?" she asked with her eyes glued to the dish. They both knew that she wasn't really interested in his answer, as she had already raised her fork to finish off what he'd so foolishly given up. Any thoughts about formal table manners were forgotten as she relished each remaining bite of the delectable meal. When she had finished, she sat back in the high-backed chair and mourned. "Do you eat foods like this every day? I still can't believe how good that was."

There was an anomalous glitter in Ren's eyes that told her there were machinations afoot in that devious brain of his, but all he said in response was, "Yes. And you can have as much of it as you desire, whenever you like."

"Erm...thank you." Rey didn't know what else to say, and tried her hardest not to let her imagination run wild at the myriad possibilities. If all went well, she would be lightyears away from him and his decadent food as soon as she could manage it. She couldn't let the prospect of dining like a queen each night have any impact on her resolve to escape captivity posthaste.

The droid bowed into her eye line to remove both dishes from her side of the table, and Rey took a sip of the amber liquid in her glass for want of something productive to do. Ren swiped at his mouth with his napkin and picked up his own glass, taking a deep draw as he kept his eyes on her.

She managed not to fidget just long enough for the droid to return with another dish, and Rey scoffed incredulously in order to hide her eagerness. "More food? How is there any food left in the galaxy if everyone here eats this way?"

"It's dessert. Something sweet to finish off the meal."

This time Ren didn't immediately move to open his dish and letting curiosity get the best of her, Rey pushed the button on the side of her cover to see what new culinary masterpiece was being served. Once again, the contents in the dish looked like some flawless digital representation of what food should be.

Glistening under a translucent, golden glaze was a spiral of sectioned fruit with plump, pulpy pink flesh and thin textured skin. Beside it was a peaky dollop of cream topped with a perfectly round berry that was almost too picturesque to eat, and a tiny sprig of some green plant that she couldn't identify as garnish. Rey was mesmerized by the arrangement, and before she knew it, her fork was in hand and spearing a wedge of fruit, dragging it through the cream before wrapping her lips around the entire thing.

The sticky-sweet brilliance of the glaze paired with the buoyancy of the frothed cream nearly hid the true flavor of the fruit beneath, but as she savored it, eyes closed in obvious relish, recognition careened to the forefront of her mind. This flavor...she had tasted something like this before. Her eyes flew open as the realization hit her, first to stare accusingly at the dish, then at Ren, who suddenly resembled a famished fenwolf straining to hold himself back from across the table. The shift in demeanor was disturbing but the reason was quite easy to discern.

The fruit beneath the glaze was the same as the one she'd found in her rooms this morning. The one that Ren had discovered her making a mess of, spilling juice down her chin and arms, before he backed her into another wall of transparisteel and used it to paint her breasts with dripping nectar. Rey swallowed, the sweet taste lingering on her tongue and summoning a flash of heat that spiked through her against her will. He had deliberately chosen this dessert as a reminder of their earlier time together, and if the way he was staring at her now was any indication, he wanted to revisit that interlude in short order.

"This..." She trailed off, at a complete loss for words.

But Ren wasn't. "Yes. I see you remember it," he remarked quietly from his side of the table, watching her as he rose from his seat and tossed his napkin carelessly onto the table. Her limbs felt frozen when he moved forward with predatory grace and rounded the corner of the table, stopping only when he was directly behind her chair and prompting a shallow breath from Rey as his warm hands alighted on her shoulders. She felt the pressure of movement, the brush of fabric on her bare back, and then a curl of heated breath at her ear. His hands smoothed downward to her elbows, holding her firmly, and his whisper was low, dark, and sinful. "I've thought of nothing else since I left, Rey. The taste of this fruit, in your mouth, and on your skin."

Rey's eyes slid closed, glad for the small ounce of privacy her position afforded. But her treacherous body gave her away as a tremor of response shook through her, prompting the fingers gripping her to press more urgently. Unexpectedly, the hands on her arms released, and she watched him move to kneel beside her chair, his towering height ensuring that even in this position they were still eye level with each other. Her brow furrowed as his fingers dipped into the dish before her, but then they lifted, prizing a glaze-drenched wedge from the spiral and slowly bringing the fruit closer so that it hovered just before her parted lips.

Her tongue darted out across her lips in nervousness but also in desire, eyeing the suggestive offering with apprehension. It taunted her, that delicately sweet temptation, bursting with juices and flavor unlike anything she'd ever imagined but closest to the dreams she'd had as a sand-covered scavenger. She wanted it, even though the hand that held it sought to use it to entice her, control her; she wanted it still.

The glaze was slowly slipping down to coat his fingers when she slowly opened her mouth for him. Ren pushed it carefully between her lips and held it against her tongue until she bit down, and then Rey closed her eyes and indulged in the flavors and textures vying for her attention, sweet and slick, pulpy and lush. She chewed with a reverent sort of concentration, and as soon as she was finished, another piece was held up to her mouth, waiting to be consumed. She allowed him to feed her as she alternated between flushing at the way Ren trailed the fruit across her lips each time and moaning in near ecstasy at the taste.

When the fruit was finally gone, Ren held up his fingers, and before she really comprehended what she was doing, Rey drew two of them into her mouth to gently suck the excess glaze onto her tongue. His breathing seemed to get heavier then, and with wide eyes she released his fingers from her mouth with an embarrassing 'pop', sudden awareness of the connotations making her blush harder than before. Ren though was, of course, two steps ahead of her, and in the space of three heartbeats, she quickly found herself dragged from her seat, spun 'round, and kissed with bruising force.

He descended on her with feverish enthusiasm, slanting his mouth over hers again and again while his tongue sought the taste of the fruit in her mouth with a thoroughness that could only be attributed to Kylo Ren. But if there was one thing she had learned this evening, it was that Ren was incited by a challenge. Despite what he was teaching her son, the best defense against him was a ruthless offense.

Rey clutched the thick fabric of his jacket, submitting to his possessive kisses for only a moment longer before she stood on her tiptoes and pushed back. Her hands slid up his clothed chest to hook behind his neck and she pulled him down with ardent force, kissing him back with more passion than she thought herself capable. In fact, all of her actions this evening were beginning to feel instinctual as she ran her tongue along the edge of his teeth then pulled back when Ren chased after it, licking the taste of him from her lips with a teasing flit.

His suddenly frantic attempt to return his mouth to hers was dodged in favor of brushing her lips against the tense muscles of his neck and inflicting a soft bite into the straining flesh there. She basked in the groan he emitted and smiled against his skin as she laid small, open-mouthed kisses along the line of his throat and up to his jawline. The taste of him beneath her tongue was thrilling, and her mouth was eager to explore more of him. But again, Ren's passionate nature precluded any plans she might have had to sample more of him.

Hands smoothed roughly over her bottom, the only warning she received before she was abruptly lifted up and held against a rock solid chest as her slippered feet kicked the air in surprise. Ren met her gaze and the intent burning in his own told her exactly what end he planned on fulfilling. The prolonged evening had done nothing but stoke the wanting in him, and his patience seemed to have finally breathed its last breath with her assertiveness.

He carried her all the way to the bedroom door, and once he crossed over the threshold, he let her body slide down his until she found her feet. Rey's fingers twitched when he took her hand and led her purposefully to the neatly made, frankly overly-extravagant bed, then pulled her close until she was forced to crane her neck to look up at him. One hand stroked her jaw while the other spanned her slim waist, kneading methodically, and his eyes held a galaxy of unspoken emotion while he stared down at her in the darkened room. The dramatically-dimmed recessed lighting tucked into the perimeter of the the ceiling gave the whole room a kind of twilight luminescence that dulled the harsh edges with a gentle, glowing warmth. It softened the cold darkness of Ren's clothing and paleness of his skin, though it was not as effective on the intensity of his gaze.

His gaze was difficult to hold, not because of the visible lust that emanated from it like smoldering coals, but because of the other emotions she now recognized but wish she didn't: longing, desperation, devotion. She had come to the conclusion earlier that Ren wanted a family and acceptance, but she hadn't realized how unprepared she was for everything else that came attached. There was no one else in the galaxy who looked at her the way he did, like she was as vital as the Force threading through every living thing. Her scheme to seduce him into complacency in order to secure her escape faltered in the face of that look, because it put her in real danger of being seduced herself.

The Force Bond between them was like a switch being primed over and over, accumulating power with every alternation, humming urgently in the background as its true purpose drew closer to fulfillment. It wanted them together, and had never let either one of them forget that despite their drastic differences, there was something inside them both that resonated like two chimes hitting the same note. Rey had fought the connection with her entire being, and Ren had fought for it, strangely devout in his belief that it was both of their destinies to remain intertwined. The Bond was doing its best to prove his point; even now, it rattled the chains of their composure, but Ren somehow managed to hold back as he slowly lowered his head, hand guiding her face upward as he moved, and pressed a soft, unhurried kiss to her mouth in a rare show of restraint.

The contrast between this kiss and the previous ones was so markedly different that she was unsure of how to respond, but as seemed to happen often around Ren, instinct took over for her. Rey surged up into the kiss, hands plunging into the dense, silky hair that was easily becoming an unhealthy fascination, and glided her tongue along his in a way that made him growl and tighten his hold. The mantle of gentleness fled from his movements and the hand on her waist stole deftly up her torso to cup a breast through the sheer fabric of her gown.

Ren pulled back, pinning her with a hungry, knowing look as he deliberately lifted the slight weight of her breast in one large palm and molded his fingers around it, testing its firmness while she fought the restless rub of her thighs. He watched her with an intensity that she could barely endure, likely cataloging the flush she felt curling down her collarbone like warm smoke as he palmed her possessively, before leaning in close to nuzzle just below her jawline. She lost her breath when his fingers began coaxing the tender bud of one breast into hardness with a series of roughened pinches and twists, whispering praise into her vulnerable throat when the nipple strained beneath the fabric, as if begging him for more.

The dark chuckle he gave as he surveyed his handiwork had her shying away in a minor attempt at self-preservation, but his other hand looped behind her back to hold her securely in place. She saw Ren's tongue sweep over his lower lip in a familiar way, and had just enough time to exhale before Ren crouched down and bit down on the stiffened, lace-covered peak with gentle, persistent pressure. There was nothing to muffle her cry this time, and Rey looked down to see Ren's eyes locked on her face as he tightened his lips and began to draw upon her flesh through the gauzy cloth with voracious suction.

Rey squirmed at the hot, melting feeling between her legs and the warm pull of Ren's mouth, arching backwards against the crush of his arm around her middle. She tried to tear her eyes from him, conscious of the way she was hurtling toward a loss of control that wouldn't easily be regained, but then he perplexed her by abruptly pulling his mouth away and setting her down, though not without a ruthless scrape of his teeth before he released her. He took a step back from her heaving form, as she desperately tried to slow the labored, shallow breaths he'd induced, and then he began shedding his clothing.

The elegant jacket went first, slipping off his shoulders to fall negligently to the ground. After a few loosened buttons at his collar, his formal shirt was removed from his shoulders in one overhand tug. It laid bare all that thick, corded muscle at which his clothing merely hinted, interrupted only by the gleaming silver chain around his neck, and caused her mouth to run dry as her gaze roamed over every flexing inch. A belt was tightly threaded around the tapered waist of his pants, and though she was vaguely aware that he was undoing the clasp, slowly, and with his eyes on her, she was still absorbed in studying the pronounced valleys of his hipbones that framed the uneven ripple of his abdomen.

She had seen men before, of various shapes and sizes in different stages of undress over the years; the sweltering desert heat and the comfortable friendship she'd shared with Poe and Finn had taken most of the mystery out of the average male form. But Ren was anything but average. He was honed like the diamond tip of a subterranean drill, without softness or yield, and generously marked with the scars of battle. She recalled tracing these scars when she'd had access to them her first time on the Finalizer, and wondering aloud why a citizen of the prodigal First Order hadn't used bacta to heal. A reminder, he had said without elaboration, and she had realized then how personally he took each scar. Not so strange then that he would chase her to the ends of the galaxy for inflicting the most pronounced scar in his repertoire.

She started when his belt clinked as it hit the floor, but he didn't shuck the tailored pants off as she anticipated—as her increasingly indecent mind had wickedly hoped. They remained unbuttoned and offering a teasing glimpse of dark hair just above the parted fabric, but when she looked askance at him, his eyes weren't focused on her face. No, they were gliding down her form in a leisurely, salacious fashion, almost as if he could remove her gown with the strength of his focus. It occurred to her then that he probably could focus hard enough to remove it with the Force, but to her immense relief, he didn't. However, when he did finally look up at her, any comfort she might have felt vanished with his next words.

"That gown is a masterpiece, but if you'd like to keep it, I suggest you remove it before I rip it off you."

The breath expelled from her lungs in a shaky staccato as she stared at him in disbelief, her hands spasming at her sides in alarm. With a conspicuously nonchalant air, Ren leaned his weight back on his hands and awaited her compliance, the only thing belying his casual countenance an idly bouncing knee. She focused first on trying to slow the pulse racing through her veins, then on steadying her trembling hands as she slowly reached behind her to feel for the tiny fastenings on her gown that clasped just above the curve of her bottom, where the fabric began. Her fingers fumbled tragically when she stole a glance up at Ren and caught him wetting his lip in overt anticipation.

She eventually undid them all, allowing just enough slack to pull the delicate straps from her shoulders, but hesitated when the sliding fabric of her bodice clung to the pert nipples that had been standing eagerly for attention since his touch. Rey knew she needed to go through with this, and if she were honest with herself, she wanted to, but she was no longer the innocent she once was. This evening was about her empowerment, and if she let him dominate her as he had in every other encounter, she would be no better off than when she started this evening.

"Hurry, Rey." Ren leaned forward, elbows to his knees, eyes fixed on the slight slouch of her loosened bodice inches away from revealing her body to him. Rey felt the resolve solidify inside herself at his subtle intimidation, his impatient, superior arrogance, and as she straightened, the demeanor of the furtive, sacrificial tribute laid in offering to a rapacious god fell away, only to be replaced by the fearsome woman who had carved memorable violence into the face of the First Order's best knight. She saw the faint smirk on Ren's face fall when she squared her shoulders, cocked her head in undeniable challenge, then peeled the gown down her body until it pooled in a slinky pile at her feet.

The gown hadn't allowed for much in the way of undergarments given its tightness, but the grooming droid had insisted on one particular detail that had seemed entirely fanciful at the time. Her slippers weren't ordinary slippers; they sported a flat heel and molded comfortably to her foot like one would expect of any slipper, but their most interesting feature would only be fully realized in the state of undress she was in now. Twin, black ribbons twined up her legs like the spirals of a helix, crossing over themselves again and again until they looped around her upper thighs. At the highest curve of her slender thigh, the ribbons were tied off into two neat bows resting on the downward slope of each hip.

Ren's jaw dropped open as his eyes trailed up the diamonds of exposed flesh hemmed in by satin ribbon, and Rey took the opportunity to stalk forward when they paused at the damp, secret place nestled between her thighs, then traveled up her taut belly to linger on her bare breasts. She stood proudly between his legs as his hands grazed over the crisscrossing ribbons, plucking restlessly at one thick band only to have it snap back against her skin with a light sting. He continued to finger it as if hypnotized by it, and Rey was internally grateful that she hadn't argued more fiercely with the droid over her attire.

It was petty of her to want to rub it in, but she enjoyed turning the tables on him when he was usually so smug in lording her obvious attraction to him over her head. Her own hand moved as if magnetized to card through Ren's hair as she leaned down to whisper cheekily in his ear, "Now who's taking their time, Kylo?"

A squeak of surprise escaped her when she was suddenly lifted off her feet and dropped unceremoniously onto Ren's lap with her legs straddled haphazardly around his hips. Her hands caught against the broad planes of his chest as she fell against him, belly to belly, and her lips parted anxiously at the dark look he threw her, though his lips were curled up into the faintest of smiles. "Certainly not I," he assured her, and used his firm grip on her waist to grind himself upward into the bare, heated flesh between her thighs.

The point of contact was like a lightening rod of sensation, and Rey bucked against him at the rough contrast of clothing rubbing along her unprotected quim, nails digging into his shoulders in futile retaliation. He hissed aloud at her unbridled aggression and held her down with one hand while the other fumbled with the chain hanging around his neck. She was abruptly pulled into his chest and her hair swept aside, and then she felt the telltale pressure of a key being fitted into a lock. Her cheek lay against the hollow of Ren's throat when, after a series of clicks, the solid weight of the collar was tugged from around her neck to land with a dull thud somewhere behind them on the bed.

She had been awaiting the feeling, but the billowing rush of returning Force that spread through her body still took her breath away like the very first time. With his hand still resting on the nape of her neck, Ren rocked her backward as she weathered the gentle, rippling storm inside her, watching the naked emotions chase across her face in rapture of the moment. Her lids lowered drowsily, the feeling filtered down through every part of her, but the man who held her against him was not so keen on letting her forget his presence.

Ren's forehead touched hers as she heard his voice in her mind, his relentless presence in her soul, asking a question with soft urgency. 'Are you ready for me, Rey?'. The slickness between her thighs and the near desperate yearning in her heart told her, yes, she was, and so she pressed forward to kiss him again to convey her answer with irrefutable conviction. The kiss was a fervent slide of hot tongue, and in response Rey was lifted again, this time only a few inches above his lap, as Ren clutched her to him with one arm and lined the rigid tip of himself up with that sultry part of her that betrayed her lust.

Her sex craved the invasion, pressing obscenely against the blunt head of his cock in a dewy kiss, and Rey's hips jerked impatiently when she realized he was holding her immobile instead of following through on his carnal promise.

"Ren..." she whined, squirming against him in an attempt to bear down and alleviate the misery of unfullfillment. The Bond was was clamoring for it as well, pulsing in time with the throb between her legs.

"Tell me you need this, Rey," Ren whispered to her in a strained voice, eyes boring into hers with an edge of dark possessiveness. He nudged himself more firmly against her but kept her aloft, biting fiercely at his lip with the effort it took to restrain himself before he gritted out, "I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say it."

She groaned at the hard, blunt tease of him, coaxing a flood of wetness from her as she rode the insistent pressure and shuddered under the impact of his words. It was always a battle of wills with him, but Rey also sensed the desperation in his voice, the quivering in the muscles that held her, and she knew that he desired this just as much as she did. Rey shot a hand up to grab at the hair near his temple, clenching tightly in her frustration and growled at him. "You first, Kylo."

He brought her down hard on his erect cock, forcing every bit of air from her lungs, driving himself deep as he plumbed her tight passage with a savagery she both feared and coveted. She was barely able to gasp in a breath before large hands gripped her thighs just beneath her ass, forcing her knees into the air with legs splayed indecently, and dragged her up the turgid length with surprising speed. In a quick, brutal motion, she was brought down again, helpless to do anything but feel the thrust of his cock pushing its way inside, choking on a moan when she was lifted yet again and slammed down with careless abandon to take every solid inch he intended to give.

She was raised and dropped repeatedly on his cock as Ren inflicted his licentious retribution, grunting at the harsh rhythm and each time he filled her up to the very brink. He didn't relent, not even when she arched backward in his hold, displaying her breasts in lurid detail as they bounced in front of his face. With every lewd smack of his hips against her bottom, every deep-seated fuck into her feverishly hot channel, Rey felt the coil of Force inside her wind tighter, thrumming and persistent until she ached with the need to release it. Rey's hand was still threaded in Ren's hair, and despite the hard pace, she used it to pull him into a clumsy kiss. She rose and fell just a little faster then, the Force building like electricity in her mind, and she realized that Ren was chasing the feeling, ushering them toward the cliff of their release.

Rey was panting against his mouth now, breathy appeals like 'please' and 'yes' tumbling from her lips as Ren continued to piston his hips into her, his rhythm finally faltering in the face of his impending pleasure. She cried out at a particularly violent thrust, so deep and rough that she feared he had struck her heart, and then she was falling over the edge in a sea of boundless energy. Fingers squeezed around her thighs with bruising strength, and then she was plunged down onto his cock, once, twice, then a final time, before the rush of his release joined the tumultuous wave of sensations rocking her being to the core.

She barely felt the arms that wrapped around her or the chin that hooked over her shoulder as she was brought close, but Ren's whispered declaration did make it through the haze of oscillating pleasure and power swirling around them. It was faint and low, but she heard it clearly in her mind and in her heart.

'I need this, Rey. I need this.'

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