Rage for the Coming of the Dark
He comes home raging mad. She's sitting on the couch reading a book when the door slides open and he sweeps in, emanating rage and power. His cape flares in after him and the door slides shut again. He presses the lock button and she know what happens next. "Nirâ." He calls. He takes off his helmet and she sees his lovely face, the face of the man she loves. So unlike her imperfect visage: ugly burns cover the right side of her face, making it a fearsome sight. Not that she isn't fearsome even with her mask.
"Yes? What is it?" She says, pretending she doesn't know what he wants.
"Come here, and strip. And don't play dumb." Damn his mind reading. First, she removes her black half-face mask. She once read a book in which a man who lived under an opera house had a mask like it, but covering his whole face. Ah well. She then goes over to the bed and starts to take off her clothes. She slowly lifts the hem of her shirt, teasing him. He looks at her with lust and anger, but behind those smouldering eyes she sees the love. He lets out a low, impatient growl and pounces on her, tearing off her shirt and pants with almost superhuman strength. He crashes his mouth down on hers, kissing her passionately and roughly. He moves to her neck, nipping and biting and licking. She moans quietly. He comes up and kisses her dominantly once more before tearing her bra apart from the front, discarding it beside the bed with her other ruined clothing. He brings his mouth down to her breasts, kissing and licking, toying with her nipples and making her moan louder. He's driving her crazy and she feels heat pooling in her body. "Please, Kylo." She pants, begging for more. He bites the side of her breast, hard. She yelp in surprise.
"I'll give you what I want, when I want." He growls, and she senses his tension and anger.
"A-alright." She moans out. She knows he's going only for his own pleasure, but she also knows she's going to enjoy it. He continues licking and biting her breasts and nipples, sending jolts of pleasure down to her pussy. He licks his way down her stomach and to the edge of her underwear before tearing them off. She is now fully naked, and he has only taken off his mask.
"Problem with that?" He says, his voice full of lust. Mind readers.
"I want to feel you." She whines. He cedes and gives her this request, though she's pretty sure it's only because he wants it too. He disrobes and she sees his beautiful thin-framed yet muscular body revealed. He's lovely. When he's fully undressed she notices that his cock is fully hard, and he pounces on her again, kissing her deep and rough before plunging into her soaking pussy, filling her up with one hard thrust. She screams his name, panting as he thrusts into her. He pumps in and out a few times before starting up a rhythm in earnest, thrusting in an out at an alarming speed. She feels the pleasure coiling in her. He keeps thrusting, filling her with each powerful movement, fucking her hard. His huge cock stretches her and almost makes her come undone. He leans over and whispers low in her ear "We're going to fuck all night until it's better." Then he pushes down hard on her clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. She screams and moans his name "Kylo! Oh my god!" He pulls out almost all the way, then rams back in, stuffing her full. Her legs shake and she screams his name as she comes, pleasure shattering her mind into a million pieces. He continues to pump in and out, riding out her orgasm and prolonging her pleasure. She comes down from her peak, not sure if she can take more. "I don't care if you can or cannot 'take more.'" He growls quietly in an oddly calm and menacing tone. He punctuates the words in her mind with hard thrusts. "You will. Take. More." He strikes up a brutal rhythm, pumping in and out even faster than before, ramming in harder, making her moan his name. "Kylo. Aaah fuck! Kylo!" She whimpers as he starts to play with her clit again, and this time she knows he's going for his own pleasure, his own release. He fucks her harder and faster than she thought humanly possible. "Nirâ! Oh! N-Nirâ!" He groans as he pounds into her, kneading her clit between his knuckles. He slows his thrusts, going for power and depth instead of speed. He fucks her deep and hard, their skin slapping together as he thrusts into her. He plunges into her and she feels him hit something in her as he fills her. He draws back slowly, making her feel every inch inside of her. He looks into her eyes, his almost black with lust, then slams back into her all the way to the hilt, making her scream out her climax, her pussy spasming around him. He makes small thrusts deep inside her, making her pleasure heightened as he comes, groaning her name in a litany like a cherished song. His cum fills her and when she's full, it seeps out down her thighs. He stills and falls on top of her, panting. She's so fucked-out she hardly notices him pull out and roll off of her. He gets a towel from the bathroom and uses it to clean them up a bit, then throws it on the floor with her torn clothes. He then snuggles up to her, enveloping her in his arms with tender love. He whispers sweet words in her ear, telling her how much he loves her and that he's sorry, so very sorry in his lovely velvet voice. She snuggles her back into his smooth, warm chest, too tired to reply as she drifts off to his loving caress, listening to the low timbre of his voice lulling her to sleep.