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Rey expected to be devoured by him, in ways she couldn't even imagine, and the thought itself was not exactly unappealing to her although she had no prior experience in the matter. But he was hesitating, he was holding back, she could clearly see it as his eyes locked with hers. Something was stopping him, and she wasn't sure what it was. Her own insecurities started to stir in her heart as she suddenly felt foolish. What was she trying to do? Seduce Kylo Ren? How did she even think that some like her could do that? Hadn't he made his intentions clear? She wasn't sure what to think and she found herself nervously asking "Did I do something wrong?"

Kylo could not believe the words she had spoken. She could never do anything wrong in his eyes. Even after she had tried to kill him, he had only desires her more. And now, she was lying beneath him, willingly offering herself to him, and somehow, she thought she had done something wrong. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything, and it struck fear into him, fear of hurting her, physically, emotionally. He had her, and he didn't want to lose her due to his own selfish needs. The conflict was tearing his mind and soul apart and he balled his fists as he grabbed onto her hair, careful not to hurt her as he tried to cage his frustration. His voice was tense, almost pleading, but not aggressive "Why would you say that to me?" He hated himself when he let his one hand go to her neck, grabbing her lightly by the throat, more to make a point then to hurt her in any way as he tried to sound menacing, and failing uselessly "Don't you know how badly I could hurt you?"

Rey considered his words and a part of her wanted to believe him, a part of her knew that believing him would release her from this desire she had for him, believing him would make things easier, but the truth was, she didn't believe him in the slightest. If he wanted to hurt her, he would have done so long ago. If he felt nothing for her, he wouldn't even voice his concern of hurting her, he would have this fear of doing wrong by her. She trusted her instincts, trusted her heart, and she took hold of his hand that was holding onto her throat. His eyes already softened, her mere touch already subduing the beast that he was trying so desperately to cage. Her voice was soft but confident "…you'd never hurt me…"

Kylo felt his heart painfully contract at her words. How could she think that? Could she not see he was a monster? Did she not care that he could have her with or without her consent? He didn't understand how she could look at him the way she was looking at him now. He tightened his grip on her neck, careful not to choke her, and he tightened his fingers in her hair, as he brought his forehead to hers, resting, breathing, almost trembling at the thoughts running in his mind. His words were as unstable and raw as the beam of his cracked lightsaber "…how can you be so sure?"

Rey sensed his internal struggle and she pitied him. He was so physically strong, so mentally powerful, and yet, his emotions were tearing him apart. He could do anything he wanted to her, and yet, he chose not to for fear of hurting her. That was not a monster. That was pure, compassionate, love, if such a thing even existed. She reached her hands up to his face, forcing him to look at her, her lips sliding against his as she spoke caringly "…because, Kylo Ren, your heart belongs to me…" she had never been more confident of that statement "…you, belong to me… you're mine… and I'm yours…" She saw him stare at her, a stare of a man that had lost himself in her.

Kylo was powerless against her words, against her. She had enslaved his mind and his senses, and he would do anything for her. He felt her lips sliding against his, pulling his soul into her. He remained speechless, unable to form a reply. She spoke against his lips "….say it…" and she kissed him lightly, then pulled back, waiting for him to offer himself to her, as she had offered herself to him. He looked directly into her eyes as the words flowed from his lips like an exotic drug that would numb them both in pure euphoria "…I'm yours, and you're mine…" He placed his lips on hers, softly, gently, and let his hand loosen around her throat, resting on her collarbone.

Rey responded to his lips, his lips that caressed hers so perfectly, as if asking for her permission to continue. She felt his hand close to her chest and her confidence waivered a bit, replaced by an unease. She was excited, yet scared. Not scared of him, she would never fear him again, but fear of what she wanted to, fear of what she wanted him to do.

Kylo felt the shift in her emotions. She was nervous. He let his tongue lightly caress her bottom lip as he searched her mind, seeking desperately for the thing that was making her uneasy. He found it instantly. He pulled away from her and smirked at what he found.

Rey saw his grin as he looked down at her, and she knew he was revelling in the fact that he would be the first man she was intimate with. She tried to sound annoyed "I wish you wouldn't steal my thoughts like that." The words sending a strange jolt of excitement into her body.

Kylo attempted to hide his enjoyment of the fact that she would be his, only his, completely, but he failed in containing his smirk. His words were coyly innocent "You looked concerned, I had to know." If she had been with another man, it would have made no difference to him, he would still want her as desperately as he did, but now, the fact that he was her first, her only, it made all the difference in the galaxy. He would claim her as his, and no one would ever dare touch her.

Rey sensed his thoughts as she replied, her voice a mixture of excitement, anxiousness and playful ness "…and now you do." She hated herself for how drawn she was to him, yet something else flashed in her mind. A deep secret thought, a warning of sorts. The mighty Kylo Ren wanted her, craved her, desired her, loved her, and the heavens only knew what he would do to keep her. Now that he was aware that she had never shared herself with anyone before, it would no doubt add ferocity to his already growing affections for her. If she did this, if she succumbed to him, he would never allow her to go. She knew it… and accepted her fate gladly.

Kylo kissed her neck, his hand in her hair, his other moving down to her waist. Her breathing deepened as she arched her back. He moved his lips to her collarbone, gently kissing her skin, hearing her breathing deepen. He let his eyes rake over her face, her head titled back slightly, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. Not even a thousand suns could compare to warmth of her beauty in that moment.

Rey felt his masculine body press down on hers, his lower abdomen pushing lightly into her, his fingers on her waist, his mouth kissing her neck. He moved his mouth to her jawline, gently kissing her as he whispered in her ear "…I love you, Rey..." Her hands found the back of his neck as she pulled him to her and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth.

That night Kylo took her, claimed her for himself, vowing that he would never leave her side again. Rey quivered beneath him, finding her place in this world, by his side. He had branded her flesh tenderly with his passionate embrace, but the Force bound them together. They knew they would never be apart again.