He looked different than she remembered. His gaze was harder and much more intimidating. In this moment, he actually did look evil. That should have made it easier to kill him, but the connection between them still felt the same. Deep down beneath the surface, she recognized him as the same person.
"You look different too," he told her, and his voice was also the same deep timbre that spoke to her in her dreams. "The look in your eyes is colder, more assured. But you still want to kill me."
She struck, but he anticipated the move. "Yes, I want to kill you," she replied as they stood face to face in the glow of the lightsabers they wielded. "For Han Solo."
"You lie," he retorted. "It is because of the bond you share with me."
"What is it?" she asked her enemy, desperate to know the answer.
"I have thought about it often," he replied. "We are both strong in the force, perhaps even equally matched. The light and the dark are connected. Day chases the night, and night chases the day."
She didn't like that answer. It made her connection to this evil monster sound natural, like it was meant to be. It also sounded uncomfortably close to a description of an infatuation. "I am not chasing you."
"Perhaps that wasn't the correct word," he allowed. "Yield fits better. Day yields to the night."
That sounded even worse to her ears. "I will never yield to you."
"Isn't that what you dream of doing?" he questioned as his gaze pierced her. "You dream of giving your body to me."
His words made her feel hot and cold at the same time. The thought of him knowing about those dreams, of seeing the things she dreamed about him doing to her…
"I don't," she denied.
"I've seen it," he said, confirming her mortifying suspicion. "You dream of feeling my hands on your body."
She lashed out at him with a fierce attack that lasted until they both had to stop and catch their breaths. It seemed that he was right about them being evenly matched, because neither could seem to best the other. Or maybe he had just rattled her too much for her to be able to focus as well as she should.
"I dream about you too," he told her, undoing her further. "Have you seen my dreams as well?"
Her deep flush was her answer as she remembered an image that had come to her while she was awake late one night. Although she was a virgin, she knew about the basics of sex. She knew about how male and female bodies fit together and how babies were made. The erotic images she had seen in Kylo Ren's mind when she had been his captive had further educated her on the touching and caressing that went on during sex.
Yet the fleeting image she had seen that night alone in her room was something she had never imagined anyone doing. She had seen herself naked with Kylo Ren's face between her thighs, his mouth at her most private spot. When she lost the image, the ache between her legs had been so intense that she had used her hand to relieve the pressure. It was her most shameful secret yet, because she had been aroused while she was awake.
By the time she realized what was happening, he had destroyed her lightsaber and knocked her to the ground. Becoming distracted had just cost her her life.
"I will kill you!" he roared before flinging his lightsaber an impossible distance.
He leapt on top of her and pinned her to the ground. Then he was kissing her, and she felt a surge of power. It didn't feel like she was yielding to him at all. She felt like he was yielding to her, and he proved it when he allowed her to roll on top of him.
She stared down at him, but her desire for more contact with him was a primal urge that bypassed civilized thought. They followed each other in as perfect and as natural a rhythm as the night and the day, chasing each other back and forth and up and down until she didn't know where she ended and he began.