chap 3 of smutty angst.
Just kinda blowing through this story.
warning: explicit content ahead & this is labeled Dark Reylo for a reason.
Also: anytime someone uses deception to sleep w/ you it's not ok. This fanfic does not deal properly with the seriousness of this issue.
Kylo makes the selfish decision to claim her under false pretenses.
He tells himself it is OK because his feelings for her are real. Even if he is not who she thinks: he is not Ben Solo, he is not surrendering, and his motivation is to seize and abduct her.
She must see the First Order can become something truly great with her by his side. She will soon realize Kylo Ren and Ben Solo are one and the same.
They are too well matched for him to beat her in combat - he needs to catch her off guard and exposed.
It's wrong, so wrong.
Kylo shuts up his conscience as he soothes Rey, cupping her face and assuring her everything is fine. He thumbs her bottom lip before dipping down and captures her mouth in another kiss.
She is still reeling from his return to Ben Solo and he uses that to take control of their first sexual encounter.
But not rough - never rough.
She is precious and he wants her to enjoy this.
Kylo gently pushes her back onto her elbows while his body settles next to her.
He acts on instinct and kisses her everywhere while his hands run up and down her waist, hips, thighs, her inner thighs, her pink heat… he knows she needs to be wet, and they reach the point of no return as he slips a finger inside her.
He marvels at how soft and tight she feels and watches her expression contort as he moves his fingers, feeling her shape and pushing into her further. Rey's eyes are wide and her mouth parts as her fingers clutch at him.
She is still too tight, too dry.
Kylo is not - already leaking, he tries to ignore his growing need.
He lowers his head between her legs and hears Rey hiss as his tongue rhythmically proceeds with slow and steady laps. She melts into him and he slides two fingers inside of her, stretching her gently.
"Oh…" she involuntarily bucks her hips, wanting to feel more.
"Ben…" Rey rasps as his tongue swirls around her most sensitive point. His own breathing is labored as she twists beneath him.
Rey's fingers dig into him, clawing at the taunt muscles in his back and he can't take it. She is swollen and slick as he uses a free hand to stroke himself; coating his erection with his own fluids.
It's probably okay.
The chance of something happening is miniscule.
Kylo decides it doesn't matter.
If she ends up pregnant he will protect her all the more fiercely.
But she won't - he is going to do is best to respect her request.
Kylo's hand holds the curve of her waist as he pushes into her.
Slowly. Deliberately.
She is so tight and the whimper that escapes from her mouth causes him to pause.
"Are you okay?" he asks, the glimmer in his eyes sincere.
Rey nods and he eases in gradually, pushing past the slight resistance inside her. He braces himself over her and sucks in a breath, the muscles in his massive arms straining from the effort. Kylo feels her tightness clench around him and he forces himself to slow down.
They both gasp at the feeling of their connection, eyes widening.
Kylo feels the wave of pleasure rippling through his body and is not ready when she moves her hips against him, causing another wave. He pulls away slightly, then immediately pushes in again, causing them both to moan in unison. They kiss as he rocks into her, over and over, her hand reaching up to caress his face. Kylo begins to lose himself in the force of their energy; pushing into her harder and faster, causing her moans to become a pitch higher.
He's not going to last much longer.
She kisses him with an energy to match his as her hand claws at his neck. He thrusts ruthlessly into her, the pressure building inside him. Kylo feels her tense up all around him and watches her eyes widen and shut as her mouth parts and she moans his name.
Fuck.
He needs to pull out now.
Her orgasm pushes him over the edge and causes everything inside of him to let go.
Kylo buries himself deep inside of her, the shockwaves of his climax coursing through him.
He does pull back before he finishes - he thinks.
Mostly.
He stops himself from collapsing on top of her and falls at her side. It is as if the entire galaxy around them disappears and only she remains with him.
And it is exactly this - her soft body curling up against his, molding to fit against his hard muscles, her delicate pretty face so close, and the way she looks at him - it is the worst kind of torture.
The gravity of what Kylo is doing hits him hard.
He pictures the First Order's flagship arriving soon, his Knights awaiting his precise coordinates.
He pictures Rey's face as they place her in binders and he declares his final victory over her.
He starts to hate himself more than he already does.
Kylo realizes he must be staring because Rey swallows thickly under his penetrating gaze.
"Ben? Are you all right?"
God.
Just the way she says his name with that accent - he clears his throat.
"Yes. I...Rey...I won't let anyone hurt you," he gently touches her cheek, "You don't need to fear being alone anymore. I..." Kylo hears her soft breathing in response.
She is asleep.
After an evening like this he can't blame her.
Kylo dresses quietly and steps outside into the forest. He contacts his flagship when an unnatural wind picks up and he hears a humming noise.
Squinting through the trees Kylo spots a clearing and what appears to be a medium sized craft.
The rebel scum insignia is impossible to miss.
His blood runs cold when it dawns on him that as effortlessly as his plan is proceeding, Rey still manages to keep one step ahead of him.
What he can't manage to figure out is how.
How she always bests him.
She thinks she is helping him surrender.
There is no time to waste and he slams the door as he re-enters her home. The noise jars her awake.
"Your friends are here," his words come out like shards of ice. "You might have warned me."
Rey's expression is confused.
"I thought…" she wraps the blanket around her body and moves to stand.
"You thought what?" He helps her to her feet a little too roughly and Rey recoils.
"Why are you being like this? I contacted Rose to pick us up."
She is shaking slightly at his change in demeanor.
Kylo is disgusted with himself for the way he treats her.
"I'm sorry," he says quietly and draws her to him. "I was caught off guard…"
Rey finishes pulling on her clothes. Her anxious expression is replaced by one of understanding.
"I know. I can't imagine what this is like for you Ben but - I'm here. It's going to be OK." She says it so earnestly.
Jesus.
He really is a shit person.
"Rey!" A shrill cry sounds from outside, "Rey! The First Order is here! Hurry!"
Rey secures her lightsaber.
"You heard her. We have to go. They'll kill both of us, Ben."
Kylo's mouth settles into a thin line as his hand bears down heavily on her shoulder.
"No. I don't think they will, Rey."
Thank you for reading my weird ass fic and for your comments x.x