Author comment: So this chapter was written a long time ago and I am still missing the previous chapter to tie it in. Just a fair warning, from now on the story is extremely M rated. There is a detailed sex scene so if you are uncomfortable just skip it. Also…hot hot hot alert! :D

Rey was having a blast. She felt the rhythm igniting her bones, the bass thumping her heart out, deep and smooth. Dancing was not something she was used to. She remembered sneaking many times on to the local tribe get-togethers on Jakku where she would marvel at the fire lit bodies in motion. She had no name for their dance or their music but it was ancient, so primal it evoked something sleeping inside her; some type of long forgotten instincts awakening. She had wanted to join them back then, dance with them under the stars, but the creatures didn't take kind to scavengers. So she had hummed quietly lying on her stomach behind the cold dunes, picturing herself there swaying, jumping singing along, being a part of their group. Since she had been old enough to go there she had memorised all the moves and practised at her hideout whenever she found the time.

Whenever she was not looking through the scrap yard too weak from hunger and exhaustion, she had imagined the music in the sand storms, the wind playing the flute and the grains of sands beating the drums. Rey closed her eyes remembering those years, how her younger self would kill to be in her place now, dressed like such, being in this crowded joy filled, dancers abound club.

And what a club it was, gathering of young attractive aliens from all over the galaxy forgetting their problems, drowning their issues in alcohol haze and looking for a good time with someone new. There were no conversations in such a place, no politics or morale, races merged together in their mutual love for the music, their mutual need for a shared feeling.

The moment a new song started nothing mattered, not the wars, nor the heartaches, even the loneliness retreated.

Most of the music was high tempo beats making Rey go wild, using all her newly trained stamina to move fast around, up and down, swirling around, her bound hair orbiting her twisting frame. She would feel like a kid again letting the rhythm flow through her limbs expressing itself in whatever way felt good. Rey felt so much different, she felt like the only girl in the galaxy, beautiful and ecstatic. And when the heavier slower sounds took over, she felt their beat thump through her body, guiding the pulse of her heating blood. She changed her moves taking inspiration from the sultry grinding females around the dance floor. The mood was changing. The slower the beat the thicker and more intoxicating the smell of perfume sweat and pheromones became, the scent of arousal was permeating her nostrils. No one could ignore it, everyone felt it. Most partyers acted instinctively, grinding their bodies together, different shapes and appendages seeking the contact of others. The rest stayed on the side, next to the bars drinking their desires away. She thought of one certain person sitting somewhere at the bar, as she swayed slowly rotating her hips in eights, rolling her shoulders feeling the dress straps digging in her soft flesh, tight around her thighs. What could he be doing? She took sips of her bitter drink. Strangers were bumping into her in the penumbra; fragments of their gliterring made-up faces flashing when the lasers fell upon them. She could feel their craving for her through the force like red hot needles. Dipping in it further she felt her own presence, a cluster of energy, attracting and repulsing. The force was concentrated around two supernovas in the close space, shining brighter above all the other life forms. Her and Ren. She could feel his signature clearly, sitting to the side of the bar, unmoving, drinking. His dark star presence was like a whirlpool pulling everyone in. It was clear in the way the crowd unconsciously avoided him but still couldn't help but throw wistful looks in his way. How could they not, the way he was dressed, his casual garb unable to hide the feline grace and thrilling danger lurking underneath. If Rey had so much trouble avoiding this presence, what could be said about the hedonistic party goers? All she could think about was going over to him and shaking all the answers out of him. But she let the music guide her instead, it was their time to let go. She continued swaying leisurely to the next song closing her eyes pulling her arms above her head, re-plunging in the rhythm.

She was startled to see two pairs of green eyes when she opened hers. Staring at her unabashed were two lizardlike humanoids standing close, obvious in their interest. She thought she might have seen such in the holonet- were they called Fareen, Falleen? Underneath the flashing projectors one of them glided his green fingers up her naked arm as the other leaned in. Any other day Rey's first reaction would have been to punch the stars out of them. But not tonight. Either from the alcohol or the adrenaline she let them go further. They were handsome in their way, ridged scalps like with long black hair and fashionable clothes. Their bodies were well defined enough to make her lick her lips. Was it in their custom to be so forward, she wondered idly as they proceeded to pull her close. Something in the air around them made her warmer. She took the initiative and showed them her hip moves close and personal. The taller one whispered enigmatic compliments in her ear as the other one moved behind. Over the next slow heavy beat Rey performed her tantric dance, this time not so alone. She utterly enjoyed the feeling of the strangers hard muscles pressing against her, their smooth caresses and smoother tongues on her.

Rey partook in this unexpected attention so much; she forgot all of it: her mission, her obligations, her role as a Jedi.

As she started grinding against the taller Falleen behind her, she felt a glass shatter in her mind. It startled her right out of her trance. She must have left her guard down. She could sense the silent rage and broken shards digging in gloved fingers as if they were her own. Of course. Him. He wouldn't let her forget him for a moment, would he? Poor abandoned brat. What a shame. Her hazed brain could picture him in detail, crinkled enraged features, leather fists breaking whatever was in reach. She left the bond open, wanting to feel his rage, wanting him to know her happiness at others' hands, how little she needed him and his pathetic games. Oh yes, she could have fun by herself all right, she smirked. He could probably feel her arousal, her blast at being touched by strangers. Rey was past caring what he would find out in her unsealed mind, what he would dig out to afflict her later. She would enjoy winning this one battle of wills.

As she was getting high on such thoughts she felt something coming from the other side, hot rage being taken over by cold determination.

Her curiosity piqued now, she decided to grace him with a look over. Rey sandwiched between the two companions holding her hips, went on her toes to steal a glance over a green shoulder.

Kylo Ren was not looking back though; too busy snogging a scantly clad female.

Rey had to consciously stop herself from lashing out with the force, bursting through the thick crowd. No, no bad reaction Rey. No, that's what he wanted...this ridiculous, impulsive reaction. Instead she just kept her stare at them, too weak to look away, too stubborn to do something, her heart beating painfully slow.

That girl could not be called low class, dressed in fashionable lace, her beautiful long hair tied up in a ponytail that he used to tilt back exposing a graceful neck. The girl's ample breasts were pressing against his chest. His other hand placed casually on her shapely hips. As if no one existed for them.

Rey felt her insides burn as the knight stared straight at her and gave a long lick down the girl's nape. He smirked at Rey, his gaze brazen and relaxed back on his stool. Keeping his knees spread out his plaything wiggled in between to grind against his covered crotch.

This show... it ended her lazy carelessness. It hurt in a bittersweet way. Rey had never felt this way, such dislike for a stranger just because...because this someone was taking a role that belonged to her. Ohh..no no she cant think this way, this resembled jealousy too much for her liking and Kylo Ren did definitely not belong to her. Not that she would want him to. He belonged to his own master and psychotic order. Mostly he belonged behind closed bars. What was she thinking at all, playing those petty games with an experienced predator. He had clearly done this before. And he wanted her to see, that was the game. Wanted her to feel unwanted, unimportant, a no one as he had called her before. He wanted her to explode, to give in to her emotion. She had started the game unwillingly against the most dangerous opponent.

The wench's voluptuous body, her soft glowing skin, sexy dress, everything in her brought Rey down. Suddenly conscious of her own boyish proportions, sun burned skin and stolen clothes…No! She won't go this way, she was beautiful, she was herself and she would show him why she was so much better than him. That poor girl, Rey thought, caught like a mouse in a sinking trap. Desperately enamored by him. If she only knew who she was embracing. The predator playing with her poured himself a drink that he sipped slowly, uncaring.

However, as they were linked by this cursed bond, he could not pretend. She had felt his own enraged reaction to her flirting with the Falleens. She felt it still in his mocking but angry stare, he wanted her to watch. Wanted to pay her back for ignoring him. His possessiveness was surely fueled by the savage darkness, otherwise why would he...react at all. Why put her through this? Make her doubt her own sanity. But this trait of his, this possessiveness, the raging jealousy made his attractiveness magnetic to Rey. She could picture herself all to well there in his arms. Her lower parts were tingling, and her dress felt too tight from the simple idea of it. In every touch, every kiss she could feel his ghost on her body. He truly was the devil.

As her desire intensified, Rey decided something had to be done to turn this around in her favor. She didn't want to think straight so she emptied down the drinks of the Falleens. Now that she knew she had Ren's attention, she resumed dancing. Pulling the force to her, weaving it like a second skin, she imagined herself irresistible, compelled everyone's attention. They would all adore her, admire her, want to be with her, to be her. The force flowed through like air refining her movements, rending her a dance queen, sensual and deadly beautiful. Something in the back if her mind whispered this was dangerous, punishable use of the force. But the molten look Kylo gave her made her forget everything. All she wanted was his undivided attention. Even his temporary girlfriend was mesmerized by Rey, ignoring him, moving away. The Falleen's mouths had opened, their slanted eyes glossed over. Everyone was entranced. The crowd was pushing in her direction to grab her, touch her..

But as she was tasting her victory, she noticed the knight in black leather leaving unceremoniously towards the back of the venue. Rey snapped out of it. Feeling guilty on her drunken state she let everyone off her spell. She smiled apologetically at the two men and ran off in Ren's direction. The Falleen's confused expressions followed her as she was lost in the crowd.

Mad, mad she must have been mad...why was she doing all of this...but it felt so good. She felt everyone's desire concentrated on her still, to feel this much power over them. It was amazing. But she wasn't done with him yet. She wanted him. It had to be tonight.

Once the spell broken, the partygoers returned to their dancing. Under the booming columns Rey followed his faint signature, he had blocked her completely. She slipped into what looked like, judging from the smell and the startled men inside, the male washroom. There was him all right, washing his hands as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The other aliens pissing in the urinals started to swear and whistle at her, but she silenced them, compelling them to leave and stand guard outside.

Once finding her torturer, she was suddenly speechless. She looked around the space, anywhere but at him, it was relatively quieter in here if not cleaner. Her head was swarming from the euphoria of the alcohol and force use mix, her knees wobbly from the power exertion. Rey didn't know why she had followed him anymore.

Something about revenge over the insufferable man. But seeing his too big body in those too tight leather trousers...with the too loose long shirt and the leather straps pressed in his shoulders, being touched a minute ago by the girl, made her shout over.

-You! You dare leave after snogging that girl? Coward, you think you can run away. I saw you, you know...manipulating her and...and...I cant let you do that! - she was pointing at him, standing straight, but still avoiding his face.

The words left her lips before she could realize the flaw in her logic. But Ren caught it fast and turned his back to her while replying sneeringly:

-My, my, scavenger. Such high morale. I thought we said we forget about the rules tonight. But I didn't think you'd take it this literal. And I don't need to use mind tricks to get women. You on the other hand...

He stopped mid-sentence taking pleasure in Rey's crumbling control, her shame being replaced by the wrath at his insinuation. Then he went on in his most maddening aristocratic tone:

-Tc, tc, tc...to think you of all people go so far as to use the force on those innocent creatures, compel them or as you said manipulate them to do your bidding. I wonder what would master Luke say?

He turned to face her now, but she turned around to bend over the sink, to splash some water on her burning face. Her fingers were gripping the sink edges so hard she heard it cracking, her undone buns covering her bend face. She was staring at the dirty droplets in the drain. Kylo's steps echoed over the tiles as he went a step behind her and spoke loudly.

-Oh but he would be so disappointed. Heart broken even. Jedi must respect the rules, the force. Never compel others against their will. Jedi do not feel, do not succumb to base desires, to their anger, to their passion. Right Jedi Rey?

He hissed her name, his words reverberating in her mind. She couldn't face herself, couldn't face him, couldn't look in the mirror. But an unforgiving hand pinched her chin and made her face their reflections.

She could feel her tears close by, her shame and confusion threatening to overwhelm her. He was so close now, but not giving anything away, his face a cruel mask, his body keeping tortuous distance. Not giving her the answers she desperately needed. He kept his hard grip on her chin even as she grabbed at his forearm, trying to tear him away. She stopped as his deep voice continued

-What do you see Rey? Do you see what I see? A woman who is no one's toy. Who uses the force to her advantage? And she loves it. I feel it...I know how it is...to use your power as you wish. Give in to it! Strike me, punish me, your hate, show me.

Her breathing was quickening as she tried to release his grip but surprised him by twisting around and spitting through her gritted teeth at his face above.

-No! You won't succeed this time Ren...I know what you are doing. You are no better than me. In fact, you are worse. At least I know its wrong.

She then used her drunken courage to push him in between two stalls grabbing him through his tight pants.

-Anyways all of these women, they don't matter. - she breathed hard looking straight at him

-I know while they were touching you, you were imagining me. - her fingers moved painfully slow to grab more of him

-What you want they can't give you. You need me...only me. - she was barely whispering now as her breathing was as hard as he was becoming between her fingers.

As the music penetrated through the dirty walls, Rey thrummed with its heavy base. She replaced her hand with her pelvis. Ren's pupils dilated, his mouth slightly open as she didn't move at first, but then started to rotate slowly to the beat. As hard as he tried to control it, his body was affected by her. She kept a blank stare as she moved away abruptly, dancing inches away from him, giving him his own private show. Luring him, pissing him off. She touched herself all over, through the smooth fabric of the dress, her hands gliding over her tights, her hips, stomach, and breasts, grazing her neck and skipping over her hair pulling some strands free from the buns. Her arms were above now exposing her, caressing each other.

Despite the filthy location, in spite of the danger, she wanted his attention more than ever, she wanted his torture. This game of violence and passion was too addictive.

As she could feel his limit breached, Ren pulled her viciously by the straps of her dress, hooking his fingers in the holes, tearing them apart. Her body molded to his now, immobilized through the force of his mind. His arms grabbed at her as he hungrily bit between her neck and shoulder. She suppressed a moan at the strange sensation as his lips dragged along the tan skin with excruciating slowness and she was left in dire need of them on other places. Rey grabbed his head and made him give her what she wanted- his mouth on hers. His big plush lips on her smaller ones, they were giving their all in that exhaustingly, desperately awaited kiss. Their tongues were fighting a never concluding battle while their teeth were biting each other's flesh senselessly. It went on and on, neither of them knowing or caring what their bodies were doing in the meantime. His gloved fingers had pushed through the holes on her sides exposing the flesh to the hot air, her pelvis was desperately seeking his hardness, rubbing into it, melting into it. Rey's own fingers had found their way into ruining his perfect hair, never getting enough of their feather softness and sheer quantity. But their lips warm and greedy were dancing over each other, getting to know one another again. Kylo's tongue was as ruthless as his saber in battle and Rey was as eager in not letting him win. His tongue tasted like the bitter alcohol he had, and she was getting drunker and drunker sucking it in. His hair smelled like smoke, shampoo and his cologne.

This sexual game was still new to her, she had never known such passion, such expertise from a man. So, she let him take over, her senses overwhelmed by his caresses. She felt him everywhere, his hair, his solid body pressed to hers, his fingers roaming her stomach like spider spinning webs, his tongue penetrating her mouth. Her center clenched all over for him, needing him inside her, to be part of her in all possible ways. As he withdrew, she could only catch a glimpse of his molten gaze, olive slanted pupils, before he snatched her dress straps and pushed her chest first against the graffiti stall.

He shoved her arms by the sides of her face holding them tight. Then nudged his erection right in the crack of her barely covered ass as he boasted with derision:

-You think you can play with me little scavenger? I think you'll like it, this...being taken by me, right here. I told you don't push me ..but then you never listen…

Rey only whimpered loudly her pleasure and anger

-Ren...ngh...let me

His hand slid nonchalantly up her thigh dragging up the dress. He rubbed himself hard on her now fully exposed ass cheeks.

-Let you what Jedi slut? Let them come and see you like this, exposed against the filthy stall, fucked by the commander of the knights of Ren? You'll like it Jedi whore.

Rey wanted to articulate her indignation, but her unrecognisable voice was dripping with lust as she realised it was turning her on

-No..never, I'd never...I'd fucking hate it sithspit

But she realised her mind control had dissipated some time ago, her concentration lost, too caught up in his ministrations. Either of them men could enter at any moment to use the barricaded toilets. The awareness made her knees so weak she would have crumbled if he wasn't holding her firm against the stall. Oh, she would pay him for this humiliation.

Rey used the force to release his delicious grip then span around to capture his nasty mouth in a searing kiss. She hooked her naked leg over his as her skirt rode all the way to her waist. He didn't hesitate to grab her butt cheek, bruising the fatty flesh with his knead. Rey kept mewing from his savage attentions as her teeth clashed against his in this second round. She was busy licking inside his mouth when they finally heard the door creaking.

Kylo's reflexes were quicker. He stood straight and did something that Rey would remember. He pulled her dress down; smoothing it over as he made sure she was covered before swiftly seizing her wrist in a sign to follow him.

She let him drag her all the way to the corridor as they passed riled up aliens whistling and gesturing angrily at them. At that point, the mist cleared up somewhat in her brain, Rey yanked her arm free and continued after him on her own terms to his mysterious destination. She knew she should have left then. It was getting dangerous, either they would get caught or they would do something from which there was no return. But the sticky wetness between her tights, the remaining flavour of him, his intoxicating scent filling her nostrils, all of the building tension, she couldn't stop now. She wanted more, wanted to see where it led, how would it be...with him. Her previous such experiences had left her hurt and unsatisfied. But him, Ren, he was so different. She had felt closer to ecstasy by his only kiss than she ever did during those few nights when she had given up her innocence in Jakku's tents.

So, she followed him, followed this predatory black shadow until the reception where he came to a halt.

What would he want here, Rey pondered as she got closer to hear the conversation over the booming music of the club. Ren seemed to be speaking with some important looking Rodian behind the counter. The male didn't seem impressed by the threatening tone of the knight. But he quickly changed his mind after he got the orders

-You will give me the best suite your pathetic establishment offers and you will not bother us until I say otherwise, no room service, no checkups. Am I clear?

He gave the order in a hurried but precise way, proof of his commanding position. But he also seemed unusually nervous, his back stiff and his fists clenching and unclenching. Was that his version of the tightening ball in Rey's stomach? She wanted to interrupt him, reprimand him for manipulating civilians but her anticipating body won her internal conflicts. Also, she had done much worse just minutes ago. She realised how stressed out she was. As much as she had pushed the game until the breaking point she was not sure she was ready for the outcome. Rey gulped down as she went after the two males. The manager led them through sky-high elevators and glass corridors she tried to memorize out of habit. But her shaky nerves had left her a blind observer, she felt like someone else.

Finally, they halted at a huge brass double door, red and richly decorated. The director bowed slightly unlocking the gate. He mumbled something and scurried away after a curt nod from Ren.

Realising her embarrassing position Rey straightened up and vigorously entered the room first. Then forgetting her anxiety, she gaped at the vastness of the apartment. Marble columns held high ceiling where a huge chandeliers cast soft yellow light over opulence she had yet to see: exotic plants, paintings and couches. And beyond it further in, a gigantic bed made to fit a whole tribe. Rey fought the impulse to run back, fought the shiver on her arms. How unfit she felt in this place… It was not the vastness of it, she had seen huge spaces, but this luxury, all of this could feed a hundred scavengers for a hundred years, all this just for...just to...

-Having second thoughts scavenger?

His hard baritone brought her back. But she wasn't ready to face him yet.

-Is that where the First Order officers stay when off duty? When not killing and torturing civilians and politicians on Coruscant? Or is this the type of place you stay at as the Organa prince? Or are you showing off commander?

She was bitter, petulant at how helpless he made her, how stupid she was for letting him lead her here, in this place, in this situation. Look at the scavenger gaping and gawking at what she had never had. Is this what this whole night had been about? Him taking his control back. But it was too late, too late to leave, it would be admitting defeat.

The dark knight said nothing but she felt his aggravation through the bond. He placed himself in front of her then looked down at her peculiarly and spoke with a sincere tone

- Don't call me that Rey. I am no longer that...person. And we stayed at the Organas' villa in the diplomatic district back then. Believe me it was better looking than this kitsch hole. First Order officials stay at the ship or in our embassy when on business and…. he reached with his gloved thumb to smudge at her lips. She tasted her lipstick.

-And I despise this show off extravagance, this corrupted way of life. You on the other hand...are so uncorrupted. Untainted. But if you stay here I can't guarantee you will remain so.

After he had thoroughly smudged the red stain on her cheeks and chin, he stared intently at his work. His expressive eyes shone with promises of what would happen if she stayed. The pad of his index found itself on her bottom lip rubbing in circles. A thought pushed through her mind

-Give yourself to me!

Rey shuddered hard from the implications, but her body was already acting on its own agenda.

Weaving the force in her fingers she shoved him roughly toward one of the columns. He was staggered but her second push sent him straight into the hard marble. As she jumped him the surface almost cracked, but when she pulled his soft shirt off, smashing his back in the process, pieces of the ceiling started raining. The force was pulsing madly around them, barely controlled. Rey never gave him the chance to recover, her body attacked him like a famished desert wolf. Between unending devouring smacks of lips, she heard herself drawl

-You...nip..Better..Ah!...Deliver...Ren...

Words were abandoned then; their mouths otherwise occupied. Rey felt him brush the burning bond for permission that she granted opening to him for the second time tonight. He filled her up with his presence offering her his skin, his senses. Tentatively she embraced the foreign sensations...Satin flawless flesh, firm breasts pushing against her straps, her long legs wrapped tight, her scorching mouth, his tingling flesh, jeans too tight, hardness craving her contact, melting flesh, so thirsty. Oh...oh...Stars...is that how it felt...to be him..his body affected by her, only her. He was experiencing her own body as they both stopped moving, taking it in. Their gazes met each other, two pairs of wide opened eyes, shocked and overwhelmed when the combined arousal of two met in flashes of the force. The impact halted their heartbeats, then raced them, shattering every glass in the room.

Rey could only manage a dazed: Wow...

Ren panted hard looking down at her in complete dumbfoundment. He hadn't expected such a result to his experiment.

As their blood boiled over with the potent ecstasy philtre, they found each other again. Experiencing both sides of each other. Kylo grabbed her under the knees, his muscled arms swinging her around against the opposite column. Rey shouted in pain as her own back hit and cracked the smooth surface, but she loved it just like that. And he knew it, eating up her protests, propping her higher, his hands dangerously close to her soaked panties. But his focus was on sucking her neck red as she moaned unabashed. He sucked hard marking a line from her jaw line down the column of her slender neck, then cleaning his work with a long lick up. His broad tongue started all over again on the other side until she was putty in his arms, her eyes fluttering closed, her head tilted back. It wasn't enough, no, no. She begged through the bond

-Please, Ren, more... touch me there.

He smirked in the curve of her neck then bit the tender flesh to blood. Rey let out a strangled choke. His sultry voice caressed her mind

-You want it so bad, yes, you want my tongue all over you, little slut. You want my darkness all over your sweet little cunt. You can't hide it.

She only hissed a fuck you as he pushed the décolleté of her dress lower almost tearing it down. Her legs wrapped around his narrow waist, wanting to break his spine.

-You look good enough to eat, damn...in that tiny dress. You want me to tear it apart.

As her mind went over his filthy words, relishing in them, his fingers went over an uncovered nipple. She yelped, her hands instantly moving to cover herself. He made a tsk, tsk with his teeth and sent her arms stuck to the marble.

-Shy now, scavenger?

She was indeed, remembering the ample cleavage of his last chosen victim. He probably liked the size better to her boyish smaller bust, her whole unfeminine body. Rey turned to the side afraid he'll see the shame in her eyes. He didn't need to though; he had read it straight from her mind. Ren cupped her chin forcing her gaze on him. Whispering in her head his hands continued slowly tearing the dress apart, releasing her heaving chest.

-Look at me. I'd be damned if you were not the most attractive woman in here tonight. —then added as an afterthought – Otherwise I wouldn't be between your legs right now. Relax. Does this remind you of something?

He gave a cheeky grin as he projected the interrogation scene to her. Through his eyes. Her bound down, at his mercy, struggling and daring him with her attractive stare down. He had wanted her. Rey tried not to blush but tightened her grip on his waist bringing him closer, her hands helpless on either side of the column, wishing she could slap him then pull him in for a killing embrace. Her swollen lips missed his already.

He made up for it by lavishing her hardening pink nipples with attention. Stars...she could see stars. It felt heavenly. Her other lovers definitely hadn't done that, no, not any of these things. They have been awkward clumsy, uncaring. She winced at the memories of her first time, the blood, the pain.

Kylo stopped as she opened her wet eyes. He looked at her in his peculiar way, his dilated black pupils shining with unknown emotion.

She forgot about the bond again, great. He'll mock her now, insult her lack of experience, she was a no one again. She prepared for the retort opening her mouth to provoke an answer out of this killing silence. But he surprised her again by releasing her arms. He leaned in to capture her lips silencing her. Puzzled but relieved Rey threw her arms around him, embracing him back with renewed passion. He could read her like a book, stars be damned. She needed to use the bond better. She peeked through the other side, he was wide open to her. After the first sensation of his increasing sense of arousal she saw he teary face red lipstick smeared all over, oh he liked seeing her like that, but her unshed tears he feared, he was angry at someone, at himself. For her there was something...distress, warmth, and determination. He whispered inside.

-I will make your first time worthy Rey.

She answered –But its not my first...

He shushed her by flicking on her hardened nipple, once twice, then twisted it, blew hot air on it. She seized in unexpected pleasure. He scratched the nub with the seam of his glove. His glove, the rough leather abusing her most sensitive nerves. He brought his hand to her mouth. She knew what to do when he brought his finger to her lips. She caught the leather in her teeth and he pulled one digit at a time, his eyes burning holes in her. He never touched anyone without them she realised. The intimate scene made her fluttering inside. She was hypnotised by these long deathly pale fingers, she never got to see. Stars and gods the things he did with those fingers, kneading, and teasing her breasts, the contact of his soft skin on hers, teasing the sensitive tips until they were angry red pink and hard as pebbles. Satisfied he proceeded with ripping the rest of the dress right off her midriff, revealing the rest of her to the chill air. Her exposed stomach available to him he went on exploring, inching slowly downward. She could feel his nervousness hidden behind layers of confidence and lust. She was almost naked and he was half as much, his pants hanging loose revealing a trail of dark hair descending beyond her view. He was breathtaking, his defined muscles contracting with each movement. She observed his broad chest, admiring the sculpted planes, needing to trace his scars. But she was stopped again.

-Too distracting scavenger. Stay put and let me make you scream.

Rey nodded and gulped down when he went kneeling, leaving her legs wrapped around his neck, the force keeping her spread out stuck to the column like a pinned butterfly. Forgetting everything she let him take control, let herself feel the arousal of her bound position. It made her so wet, he could just touch her and she'd come apart. He smirked, looked up at her as he played with the straps of her panties, pulling them up and down, digging them in her folds. She couldn't stop her low moans and huttese curses at the teasing. By the time he finally touched her, she was physically aching for him.

But he pulled the thin fabric aside and explored her slowly. His long licks in the crease of her thighs then the shaved mound over her center, then the space under her opening. His fingers were spreading her open and pulling her close. She was a panting mess gazing down at his tortures through half lidded eyes. Wanting badly to pull at his hair and drive him in where she wanted him. Patience...his deep voice resonated in her at the same time as he finally took her lower lips in his mouth.

Aaahhh- she half shouted and moaned as she felt his teeth glide over the sensitive flesh. His saliva was spread out mixing in with her abundant wetness. His tongue proceeded to lick, lick, lick up and down just as she needed and she could only gasp and moan now, completely lost. Her head hit the marble, her eyes tightly shut.

No...look at me, look at what I'm doing to you. And her head was forced downward, she drank up the vision of his dark sweaty curls and black liquid eyes looking back straight at her from in between her legs. All she could manage was a strangled yelp as he pushed the first finger in. He kept licking faster now in tone with the moving digit.

Gods! Rey screamed in her mind as she kept moaning through half closed eyes, biting her lip and the sensation of a second finger stretching her open and then a third increasing the pace.

Stars, stars...she could only pray, beg for him to end this insurmountable torture, and beg him to go on forever, to go further, to fuck her raw. She wanted all of him, his length inside her right now.

He had been avoiding her most sensitive spot on purpose, driving her insane, making her beg.

Driving in her brutally now with his long fingers all the way to the knuckles. She could hear the wet sloppy noise with every thrust and her pleasure had mounted so high, so damn high she could almost see the stars, she was so close, and it was going to be so high. But fuck if only he touched her there.

Please, please she begged in his mind her eyes almost weeping tears of frustration.

She felt him then, felt his plump lips sucking on it, then licking it slowly, circling it, teasing its release bit by bit. But it was not his lips on her clit or his thick fingers fucking her channel in just the right speed. It was the feeling of him, his covered erection pressing heavily against his thigh twitching and aching feeling her stimulation, so close to its end, his skin burning right under her thighs, his fingers slick with her juices and his lips sucking on her savagely. This and knowing the commander of the knights of Ren, the most dangerous man in the galaxy was licking her raw and loving it that drove her over the edge.

She didn't remember how much she had screamed or for how long or what she had been crying out loud, but to her eternal shame it must have been groundbreaking and insane as she felt him almost explode along with her. She must have cried his name at least a hundred times as his arousal and ego were clearly stroked, and he was almost purring with satisfaction.

As the galaxies and stars replaced themselves beyond her vision and the echoes of her climax died in the room, she was half conscious, a boneless sweaty panting mess stuck on the wall, her legs hanging down now. They were quivering so hard she could have crumbled but for the force keeping her dignity.

Rey opened her eyes to be greeted by the naked chest of the culprit of her ecstasy. One look at the ripped contracting muscles and her blood was storming again. One glance up at his towering lean figure, shoulders red and slick with her sweat and she swallowed biting her lip. Then she found his eyes and they had changed hue again, the brownish green spots almost overtaken by the deepest ink. They were storming, unsatisfied, ravenous. He was barely controlling the animal in him from devouring her right away, his fists were clenching and unclenching unconsciously, his lips pressed in a hard line almost pouting. He craved her. Badly.

Her abdomen twisted, and arousal ran through her blood again. How was this even possible? What kind of effect did he have on her that she was ready for him at a glance, at a feeling...

Her opening was still dripping and contracting needing something more. She was completely exposed to him now but for the tatters of the dress on her midriff, her panties pulled to the side.

She snatched him through the tight pants and murmured rasping through the bond

-I want you

He gripped her waist and spun her around pushing her breasts on the cold marble. He grabbed her wrists and made her arms cross back where he kept them tight, keeping her in place.

-Say it again! – he growled out loud.

The knight unzipped his pants with his other hand and the sound of it made her squirm. Maker, she needed him right now. Fuck it!

-I want you, I want you fuck...fuck me.

She groaned at the intense pleasure her words elicited in him. Then stilled waiting for his flesh. She couldn't see it, but she felt it. The tip of his length getting slick on her slit. He uttered a low grunt and pushed it all the way in, one long stroke, testing if he could fit.

Rey choked on the pain of being stretched so suddenly. Damn him and his size. Too thick, too big. The first pain mingled with the feeling of him. Penetrating her, like the almost virgin she was. She felt her own tightness, he relished in it. He couldn't fit all of it in but he sure as hell would try. She felt his breath in her ear.

-I will fuck you now and you'll love it.

She only nodded, senselessly turned on. Needing him to move so desperately, she tried to push backwards. But he didn't need encouragement, he pulled out then in, faster and faster, setting a brutal pace, pounding into her ruthlessly. He lifted her to access her better and she felt his puffs of hot breath on her neck every time he came in closer. His grip on her arms was vicelike and she wished she could touch him, see him, but being dominated like this, her cleft stretched out, her ass sticking out shamelessly excited her. The dirty sounds of his leather slapping on her ass with each thrust drove her insane. She wanted more… more. The pressure was building again inside, and he hadn't even touched her clit. Stars…

Slap! Once...Ah!...Twice! Gods he had slapped her right on her nub, her nerves were on fire. She was so close, but he was toying with her. She could feel his member engorging as well at each of her spasms, he was barely holding back. But he wasn't...he wasn't going all the way in, he was withholding. No!

She twisted with the force in a clumsy fashion, too aroused to think of anything but seeing his face as they fucked. She freed her arms, separated herself from him with a soft pluck and twisted in his grasp. In one swift movement she hooked him, locking her legs behind his narrow waist. Then as she stared at him defiantly drunk on his liquid lust she sneaked her arm and grabbed his slick length. She went on to lower herself one inch at a time. All modesty gone, she grabbed his neck and covered his panting lips with hers. She whispered in his mind

-Don't hold back. Please. I need you!

He gnarled and walked her back, sheathed in, until she slammed against another marble column. Then he lost control. Grabbing, squeezing, and slapping on her ass he drove into her at an insane force enhanced tempo. She used the force to try and match it, both of them barely separating before slamming together again, leaving bruises all over their bodies. Slick with sweat he thrusted into her and drove her to the edge always slowing down before she or he could cum. Their legs were barely standing up, but they kept going, her fingernails leaving blood red marks all over his back and chest as she sucked on the fingers he had pushed in her mouth almost choking her.

He slowed down a tad, changed the angle hitting her spot inside and she could only scream as his finger joined in, rubbing brutally at her bundle of nerves. The double torture made her moan and stutter.

-Beg me for it- he murmured in her ear, licking it

-Please please fuck. Ren. Let me finish!

He gave a particularly rough stroke hitting deep, his fingers pinching, and she screamed. He couldn't hold on and emptied himself inside her. The crashing climax, they both felt it double, Rey's eyes teared. She only screamed his name over and over as the waves of pleasure continued rolling. She was still clenching on him, he hadn't pulled out yet, let her ride all of it, as he kept gently rubbing her clit. Her body was shattered in complete ecstasy; her mind was blank, tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt him pull out finally. His own body was overexcited in its own mind-numbing pleasure.

He caught her weak form and laid her on the cloudy bed as he collapsed panting. They both spent stars know how long in aftershocks of euphoria, their bodies trembling side by side, the bond vibrating, almost visible in overcharge. Electricity was flying in sparks, thousands of stars dancing behind their closed lids. As time passed by Rey began sensing her body again, returning to gravity. Her insides slowed down their convulsions, her inner thighs were twitching still. At her first attempt to move, she recognised how spent she was and the pain down there. Ouch! Stars she was dead...she had gone to heaven and back and her body had paid the price. Rey also realised she was feeling him...still...he was in his trance. She sensed him so vividly, so openly. Maker...what had they done! The bond, it was so strong it almost felt impossible to sever it. Even the thought of it made her heart ache. But she had to, this...what they had done, it could never happen again.

She slowly sat up, then took a nervous look at his shape, a mere foot away from her naked self. He had had the mind to put himself in his unzipped pants. His arms were lying limp by his sides, his lush hair a black mess on the sheets. He was so still, his chest heaving in slow pace, wet with his cooling sweat. Deep scratches were now added decoration to his scars. And his face...it was so different. So, serene...pure like, innocent. She reached her fingers wanting to touch him but stopped herself in time. No! Not this time!

She felt the beating of his heart, the deep satisfaction floating on the surface of his thoughts. This time it had been something completely different for him and he feared it. She cut it then, the connection, as his eyes snapped open. The severing hurt almost physically, and she shivered as their eyes met. There was a second of what in another life could have been tenderness then she looked away, searching for anything to cover herself up. Rey couldn't bear to face him, couldn't figure out what to say but:

-My clothes. I need my clothes.

He moved promptly away for the bed and she heard his husky reply

- I will have them send you some. I need to...

Her heart stabbed at hearing the same voice that moaned her name minutes earlier. She knew what she had to do. What he would say.

-Good! Now leave. This was a mistake.

She was gripping the sheets as he stood blank, silent. She felt his stare burning holes through her but she didn't look back at him.

-What are you waiting for? You had what you wanted. Forget about it. Leave!

Her voice almost broke at the end and she heard him collecting his shirt and saber. Then the slam of the door came, and Rey let out a broken sob and wept bitterly. The bond was throbbing on the other side.