Thank you for the comments ToughSpirit and Guest. I could write this fic forever if given the chance. I decided to give myself a cut off because I want to complete a longer-ish fic before my work gets too insane :) I will leave room for a sequel though.
"Going to kill me, Rey?"
Kylo can't deny that seeing Rey ready for the heat of battle awakens something feral inside of him. She faces him fiercely and unafraid.
"I will if I have to."
He admits it arouses him more than it should.
She has been skittish and fragile in captivity and the burn of her righteous anger excites him.
Even as she aims the lightsaber at his chest, Kylo does not consider Rey the challenge he once did. Not since he successfully seduced and enticed her with his trap.
The bigger threat is the Knight standing directly behind Rey. The one who informed him of Zain's demise at the hands of the scavenger.
Kylo realizes how sloppy he has grown with the Knights. How his infatuation with Rey blinds him to their growing unease of his goal to obtain her. Blinds him to their thoughts that he is unfit to rule as Supreme Leader.
This Knight intends to usurp him by stooping low enough to contact the resistance. Not as allies - never as allies - but with the objective that Kylo cannot fend off the traitors in his ranks and the rebels.
Rey braces for the strike of his saber when he smoothly dodges her and clashes with the Knight barreling down on both of them.
Kylo's blow is savage and brutal. He is a mammoth size compared to the Knight as he body slams the traitor to the ground, his saber impaling him through the chest.
An example to all who try to undermine him.
He comes for Rey next.
The dark side of Dathomir amplifies Kylo's own sinister nature. He melts into the dark ominous energy that fuels him to dominate Rey.
He lusts to have her at his mercy.
Kylo's obsidian eyes fixate on Rey as she plows a path through stormtroopers to reach the descending resistance crafts.
Her retaliation with the lightsaber is a violation of his trust and she must pay. He will hasten her submission to him. After the resistance is blown from the sky, after he delivers swift justice to any remaining traitors, he will confine her to his bed. Kylo will stretch and ruin her tight pink heat so that she is fit only for him to fill her.
He devolves into a creature driven by pure instinct and changes his course of pursuit. He runs a half circle through the gnarled trees and emerges in front of Rey, blocking her path.
All he sees are her wide doe eyes as his saber sparks against hers. The strength of his swing sends her flying back into a defensive position.
But he will not hurt her. He can never injure or maim Rey. Especially not as he senses it, the tiny light inside of her. He does not believe it at first. He then wonders how long she thinks she can hide it from him. His mind rakes through hers painfully, forcefully.
She roars in defense and tosses him from her mind.
He plunders in a second time because he can find no concept of it in her mind. No thread, no image of what is happening inside of her.
Either she is an expert at cloaking her mind from him or she is in deep denial.
The mind - Kylo knows it is a strong defensive fortress.
He thinks of their night in the forest.
She was too wet. Too slick. The squelching sounds that came from her heat as he rocked into her wrecked him.
Kylo wants to take credit for her extreme arousal. He can't.
He can only admit to himself he was - is - still too inexperienced.
He unknowingly invaded her body when she was ready.
He is perversely proud it took one time for her body to accept his seed. More evidence the force binds them together.
It hits Kylo that she spent her first weeks pregnant sleeping on the floor of a cold prison cell. When he slammed his fist above her head, when she fell from the bed: she was pregnant.
He is furious with himself. He needs to do better. He cannot treat the woman he loves this way.
There is no way she does not know.
He pursues after her as she slides down a ravine and tackles her from behind. Her saber flies forward and Kylo calls it to him, locking it into the hilt of his belt.
One strong arm wraps across her collarbone while the other tightens around her waist.
"You're pregnant, Rey."
His words hit her like he wants them to.
"I am not."
There it is. Denial.
"You are. You must feel it."
She struggles against him with unexpected vigor.
"I am not. This...this sick planet is crawling with dark life forms. You sense them." Her chest heaves with ragged pants, her lungs contracting avidly for air.
Kylo can't break through her denial with words. He exploits the force link to show her what he feels, what he senses inside her. His mouth brushes her cheek and her skin tastes salty and wet. These revelations make her all the more tempting.
"You feel it now, don't you? And to think you were afraid of this, Rey. It's already happened."
He feels her shoulders shake with a quiet sob.
A resistance ship flies low above them.
Kylo is caught between getting them off the battlefield and comforting her. The delay costs him and Rey slips under his grasp with renewed energy.
The scene is eerily familiar to the one in the desert. It happens as if in slow motion, her stride staying one leap ahead of him, just out of his grasp.
Rey sprints and jumps into open hatch of the ship.
She makes it.
Kylo's all encompassing rage howls through the force.