Ren gripped her shirt and shoved it up to bare her breasts. He leaned back to behold them for a moment before taking one tight, pink bud into his mouth. Satisfaction roared through him as she arched and moaned helplessly beneath him.

This girl that he'd been obsessing over for months was finally his.

Her hands burrowed into his hair, gripping him closer to her as he sucked and tongued her nipple. Her hips thrust desperately up at him, seeking his hardness.

He gripped the waistband of her pants and worked them off of her. His fingers immediately found their way to the little thatch of curls between her thighs. He delved one finger gently into her slit and found her as hot and wet as he'd imagined in his most fevered fantasies.

He released her nipple and brought his face back to hers, looking into her eyes intently. Those hazel eyes of hers were dark now, pupils wide as she helplessly met his gaze.

"You are mine. No more games. No more conflict. No more divided loyalties. After tonight, you're mine," he grated, shoving his pants to his knees and freeing himself.

He saw her eyes widen at the sight of him.

He fit the thick knob of his cock at her entrance, and had just started pushing forward when her hand shot out to brace against his bare stomach. His abdominal muscles contracted against her touch.

"Wait," she whispered.

"No more waiting," he replied, shaking his head quickly.

"Please, Ben...I just need a moment."

He remained frozen in place, but the darkness roared inside him, wanting to take what was his. He could grab her wrist and pin it to the bed, and then be inside her within a heartbeat.

She must have sensed the direction of his thoughts, because he was suddenly thrown off her with such force that he crashed into the wall on the far side of the room.

She scrambled up from the bed and backed away from him, staring wide-eyed.

"You were going to-"

"But I didn't!" he hissed. This girl had no idea that it was taking everything in him to fight the urge to force her submission. The darkness in him pushed him to simply take what he wanted from her, to bend her until she either knelt or broke.

But by the grace of his training, he knew that seduction was a more powerful tool than force ever could be.

She had somehow gotten her pants back on at light speed. He pushed his pants the remainder of the way down his legs and stepped out of them.

He was rewarded by a flush which spread across her cheeks as her eyes flicked down involuntarily.

"I thought you were ready for this. For us."

"I can't choose you when it would mean betraying everyone I care about," she cried.

"Everyone?" He said darkly.

She refused to meet his gaze or to acknowledge what they both knew: she cared about him too now.

He crossed the room to stand in front of her. He stood much taller than her, and her eyes seemed drawn to his chest. And lower. She spun away, as if that could hide the struggle within her.

He knew his body was well-honed from endless hours of training and combat. He also knew she'd reluctantly admired it since the first time they'd bridged when he'd been shirtless. He'd sensed the conflicted attraction in her, the difficulty she'd had in averting her gaze, even as she'd asked him to cover up. Yes, this girl who would be a Jedi had passion roiling inside her.

He could and would seduce her.

He brought his hands to her sides and trailed his fingers down her ribcage before curving them over her hips.

"Turn around."

Her breathing was shallow and her body was taut with tension, but she refused to obey him. He fought the frustration welling up inside him, the urge to forcefully turn her around. His anger would not bring her to the dark side. Patience would.

He felt the conflict within her and knew she would be unable to resist what he offered for long.

"When you're ready to stop being a coward, we'll finish this," he whispered seductively, pressing a kiss to her neck. His lips curved involuntarily when she shivered. Yes, she would be his soon enough.