He hadn't killed her.
He wondered now if he ever could. After succumbing to his desire for her, he had discovered that they were perfectly matched in this too. Her own desire for him had been so raw and primal that he hadn't known that she was a virgin until she cried out in pain after his first thrust. He had stilled and watched her pained expression relax into pleasure as he used his hand to stroke her to climax while he was sheathed inside her.
Until now, he had not been gentle, and neither had she. Just as she had fearlessly invaded his mind after realizing that she could, so had she used her sensual power over him without hesitation. Her hands were firm and sure as they moved down his body to grip him as she looked possessively at him. She held control over him, and she knew it.
He had taken it back from her when he laid her down and pleasured her with his mouth. It was something he had never done for any other woman, but he desired to do it for Rey. He found himself incredibly aroused by it as she moaned uncontrollably while he drove her relentlessly toward orgasm.
He rose up to plunge into her while she was still coming down from her first climax. Her second one was even more intense, and he suspected that it was because she had the extra sensation of having him inside her while he stroked her to orgasm. She screamed as she came undone hard and fast. Feeling her muscles contract around him pushed him over the edge too, and he was finished within a couple of thrusts.
It wasn't until he rolled off of her and collapsed beside her that she withdrew from him in shame. Watching her put on her clothes with her head lowered in disgrace infuriated him. He stood up and stalked toward her as she began to retreat.
"You do not skulk away from me!" he raged. "You have never been a coward, and you will not become one now. Face me!"
She halted but didn't turn around. "Are you going to fight me again?" she asked in a flat, disheartened tone.
"Look at me," he demanded.
She turned around slowly and fixed a weary expression on him. "Go ahead and kill me."
He swore and grabbed her to give her a shake. "What is wrong with you?"
"Or maybe you just want to turn me to the dark side. I think I'm already there."
He scowled at her. "That was sex, Rey. Damned good sex that I know you enjoyed. You have no reason to indulge in self-pity. I can begin your training if you wish, but that has nothing to do with what just happened."
There was finally a spark in her eyes. "Training? Is that what you call it, you despicable monster!"
Now that she was riled up, he took pleasure in goading her. He'd rather have her angry than despondent. "I can train you in the ways of the flesh as well."
"Never," she declared. "I will kill you before I let you touch me again."
"You will think upon it often," he told her, "as will I. It is no longer confined to our dreams. Every touch is alive in our memories. I know how you sound when you climax. I have made you scream in pleasure, and you will crave that again."
"I screamed in pain," she retorted, "but if you must boast of nonexistent female satisfaction like those fools at the cantina, I'll leave you to it."
He smiled wickedly at her denial. "What about all those moans? That certainly sounded like satisfaction."
She apparently had no answer to that except to glare at him and spin away to stomp off. He let her go this time as she was back to being her normal self, and he was still naked. His body was momentarily sated, but he knew that he hadn't yet gotten enough of Rey.