The first thing I saw when I woke up was his face—relaxed as he casually leaned on his fist and gazed down at me. He was lying on his side under the sheets, his tousled hair grazing his eyes. I blinked, disoriented and confused.
"You're not leaving this room today."
A hesitant smile grew on my face. "Alright..."
His lips turned up slightly.
Then he leaned down and kissed me. It wasn't a soft and exploring kiss like before, but a rough and demanding one. I felt my body awaken and respond to him immediately, with my heart accelerating and heat curling through my abdomen.
My hands fought their way through the sheets in search of his body. He groaned when my fingers hesitantly explored his chest, skin on skin. He rose up on his knees and hovered over me, granting me access to more of him. He cupped his hand along my jaw and angled my head back to deepen the kiss. I hummed against his lips as I traced my fingertips up his sculpted biceps. They flexed under my hands, and he shivered. He pulled in a ragged breath.
"Harder," he said roughly.
Excitement shot through me. I dragged my blunt fingernails deeper into his skin, and he trembled and groaned into my mouth. My breath hitched in realization.
As if in retaliation, he pulled my lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it intensely. I gasped, feeling a thrill of pain blossom across my nerve endings. My lip was throbbing and swollen by the time he released it and drifted back to view his handiwork. A smile ghosted his lips as his eyes darkened with lust.
He buried his face in my neck, and I held in a whimper of surprise. His soft hair tickled my skin as his lips left a trail of sparks across the hollow of my neck. I wove my fingers into his hair, gently scratching his scalp and the back of his neck with my nails. When his tongue probed the thumping artery in my neck, my eyes popped open. He dragged his flattened tongue over it, and I let out a strangled moan. He did it again, pressing harder and deeper, and my head started to spin. "Kylo," I breathed.
He tugged on my shirt as he pulled away. I eagerly sat up and ripped it over my head, tossing it aside thoughtlessly. His eyes fixated on my breasts as he reached for me. His hand spanned the entire width of my collarbones as he slowly pushed me back down to the mattress. He looked into my eyes and moved lower, his hand blazing a trail of fire down my chest. I drew in a breath in anticipation.
His tongue lit an inferno inside of me. His hand kneaded my other sensitive breast as he lapped and laved my peaking nipple. My head lulled to the side as the sensations overpowered me, casting a spell over my weak mind. I wound my fingers into his hair as I struggled to keep in my sounds. My buzzing arousal quickly transformed into a pounding need.
When my hand subconsciously fisted his hair, he growled deep in his throat, stirring my awareness. I tugged his hair experimentally and was met with a grunt of displeasure. As I released him, his fingers dug into the tender flesh of my thigh, definitely leaving a mark. I pressed my lips together to muffle a moan. He raised his head.
"Let me hear you," he murmured.
He squeezed again, three times as hard, and I cried out in surprise. His eyes studied my face as I waded deeper into my lustful trace. "Again...please," I panted.
He did not comply. His head fell as he awkwardly kicked off his pants under the sheets. My eyes hungrily traced over his body, indulging in every bulging muscle and dusting of dark hair. When he pushed my legs apart, I spread them wide. As he maneuvered between them, his manhood brushed against my thigh. The heat of it made me shiver.
Unable to reach him, I raised my arms to the pillows above my head. He grunted as the tip went inside, barely satisfying my need. Without warning, he grasped my hips with his large hands and snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside me. I whimpered at the incredible feeling of completeness. He started thrusting, and the tension in my belly began to wind itself tighter. Before it reached its breaking point, he slowed to a stop.
My eyes snapped open when his hand pressed into the pillow next to my head. He hovered over me, his breaths heavy and his eyes clouded. "Turn over," he rasped.
I felt anxious flat on my belly as he maneuvered behind me. I could only see a sliver of him in my peripheral vision. His warm hand cupped my dripping heat just before he slipped a finger inside. I gasped, but it was gone just as quickly. He positioned himself and then slowly slid inside, reaching a spot deeper than I had ever felt before. My heart skipped a beat. "Oh, stars," I breathed.
I gripped the sheets and squeezed my eyes shut as he slammed into me again and again. The white bursts of pleasure behind my eyelids were all I could see. When he leaned over me, his guttural breaths and grunts were like a drug for my mind. My suppressed moans bubbled continually behind my lips as I was dragged towards my orgasm. I felt his hot breath on my neck.
"S—Surrender, Lucia..."
I stopped breathing.
Pressing my cheek into the sheets, I surrendered to a loud moan of pleasure. He hummed his approval as he moved even faster. I surrendered to the feeling of helplessness. I surrendered to the thought of being mercilessly bred like an animal—a thought that hastened me toward the heights of bliss. I cried out, and he ground his hips against me and growled through his own orgasm.
He collapsed on top of me, deflating my lungs with the weight of his body. Realizing this, he rolled off me with an exhausted moan. He laid on his back as I brushed my hair out of my eyes with trembling fingers, unable to move.
His flushed cheeks were visible even with his hand covering his eyes. His chest heaved as he caught his breath. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse.
"Oh, Lucia...you make me feel things I've never felt before."
Easing onto my side, I propped my swimming head on my hand and looked down at him. He gazed up at me with eyes full of lust.
"Go shower," he instructed, still winded. "I need to meditate."
After he disappeared into the locked room, I stayed in bed to let myself down easy. I hummed a tune I vaguely remembered as I washed myself in the shower. I couldn't recall the last time I felt so good. With nothing else to do, I aimlessly scrolled through the archives for hidden gems.
Kylo seemed to go about a typical day. He emerged from the room a few hours later, ate lunch, exercised using only a doorway and the floor, and then showered. I stole glances over my shoulder as he meticulously made the bed with fresh bedding and mentally kicked myself for not doing it myself. He laid on top of the sheets with a tight sigh, a datapad coming to life in his hand.
I only then noticed the stack of datacubes on his nightstand.
Knowing how quickly his mood could change, I approached the side of the bed hesitantly. His eyes slid to me, the light of the datapad reflected in them. He wordlessly patted the empty spot next to him.
I sat rigidly against the mountain of pillows for a full minute. Choosing to be reckless, I leaned my shoulder into his arm. He didn't react. I slid down and rested my chin on his shoulder. He didn't react. I moved my head to his chest. His hand came up to play with my hair, and I smiled.
He was viewing a data module about a familiar Mid Rim planet in the Western Reaches. When my voice came out as a croak, I cleared my throat. "I've been there," I said.
"Castilon?" he asked, surprised. "Why?"
"The Fleet buys hyperfuel from the Chelidae every year."
He nodded as his attention returned to the screen. A long silence went by.
"Me, too," he said.
I raised my eyes, but I couldn't see his face. "Why?"
"Racing."
"You used to race?"
"No."
I fell silent, not wanting to provoke him if I could help it. Letting my eyes close, I relaxed and listened to the sound of his rhythmic breathing. The steady pull and push of air was soothing. When his fingertips started massaging my scalp absentmindedly, I felt myself dozing off.
"Lucia."
My eyes opened.
His low voice rumbled against my ear. "Open your thoughts to me."
I felt the presence of his mind already crossing my mental threshold. He peeled back the veil of my memories, causing me to wince in discomfort. The morning's activities replayed in my mind's eye with shocking clarity. His breathing rate increased as he lingered on the moments I particularly enjoyed.
"Without mercy," he said throatily. "Mm."
A delightful shiver of fear ran through me.
