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Rey woke with a violent flinch, gasping as her heart raced against her ribcage. Her brain quickly took note of how unnatural her body felt, positioned in a strange way with pressure wrapped around her limbs, preventing her from moving.
A quick glance down at herself revealed that she was strapped in some kind of mechanical gurney, and once her gaze flicked up, spotting the other person in the room, everything before she had passed out swiftly came back to her.
Her heartbeat doubled, seeing him just sitting there - quiet and ominous. Rey tried to keep the nerves out of her voice, but it all came out in a quick, anxious whoosh.
“Where am I?”
For a few short seconds, he said nothing, raising the hairs on the back of Rey’s neck before he finally replied in an eerily smooth tone.
“You’re my guest.”
Rey swallowed hard.
“Where are the others?” she quietly managed out, this time sounding less like a frightened child.
“You mean the murderers, traitors and thieves you call friends?” Kylo clarified, watching the way Rey anxiously swallowed again as her body tensed up; muscles going taunt, chest heaving quicker, lips slightly parted, eyebrows cinched with strain, lashes fluttering as she waited for him to deliver it, to give her the reason to crumble - whether it be good or bad...
....It made his cock pulse.
It made him want to see it - how she’d look once he took away all the growing pressure he was creating for her.
“You’ll be relieved to hear I have no idea,” he confessed, and his cock pulsed again at the sight of her subtly releasing all the tight tension. Beautiful…he thought. More…a voice demanded, but he placed it on hold, mildly surprised by something else he was noticing.
“You still want to kill me,” he pointed out with a slight tilt of his head, becoming more fascinated with her by the second. This time, Rey let the seconds go by - to gather up her courage before replying back.
“That happens when you’re being hunted by a creature in a mask!” she hissed out, full of disdain for him.
Fuck, but it got him hard - this wild, gorgeous, stubborn little thing that trembled so prettily when she let her emotions go. When he made her let those emotions go. Kylo came to a decision then. To multiple decisions. He started off with raising his hands up to his head, towards where his ears were hidden beneath his so-called mask and he thumbed at a latch on both sides.
There was a click and a mechanical hiss as the front came up and he pulled the helmet off as he stood at full height, fixing Rey with a calm, blank expression.
Rey looked at him, completely stunned. Stunned by his sudden action to reveal himself and for having a relatively normal face. Dark normal eyes, dark flowy hair, plush lips, cheeks with beauty marks on them for stars' sake.
This isn’t who or what she expected to see from a diabolical “creature” such as him. Her eyes shifted down in disbelief for a second before she glanced back up, confused, but slightly more on guard now. Still determined to hold her own, it would seem.
It made Kylo's cock twitch again.
Taking a step towards his right, Kylo went over to a spot in the room where he loudly slammed his helmet down onto a surface filled with tan clumps and dust.
Watching him, Rey quickly realized what it was and pulled her head back, facing forward again when Kylo appeared in front of her again, but much closer now. She told herself to keep her eyes forward. To just keep breathing and remain calm so she could think up of some way to get out of her predicament. But despite herself, she stole a quick peek at him - at his normal, regular face - and there was a small hitch in her breath when she felt blood pulse between her legs for some reason.
But a little twinge was the least of her concerns.
“Tell me about the droid,” Kylo’s voice, now unobscured by his helmet, was different and yet...somehow the same. Rey couldn’t quite figure out how or why, but she quickly decided that she hated hearing it clear and unfiltered, nevertheless. Especially since her heart had skipped briefly as soon as he spoke. His menacing aura, his towering and wide presence, his entire being was still something to be cautious of, but she refused to surrender to him so easily and mechanically began to literally describe BB-8 to him.
“He’s a BB unit a selenium drive and a thermal hyperscan vindicator- ”
Kylo's eyes fell, slightly disappointed and unamused. He would have rather she told him to fuck off so he could get another glimpse of her fiery spirit, not this…quick and deadpanned - what some would call “humorous” - chatter. But he was going to give her the benefit of doubt. He’d become too entranced with her already.
He was going to get those emotions out of her again.
“It’s carrying a section of a navigational chart,” he sharply cut in, instantly shutting her up. Better. Good girl, he thought, then continued, “And we have the rest recovered from the archives of the empire, but we need the last piece and somehow you convinced the droid to show it to you. You… ” Kylo enunciated, letting the word strike at that personal and particular wound of hers that he knew of from a quick glance at her report when she was asleep. He took great delight in the way Rey’s eyes began to gloss as pain mixed in with her anger. He wanted more, so he made sure to purposefully sneer out his next words to really cut her deep.
"A scavenger.”
Rey glanced down shamefully, red-nosed and cheeks wet as she huffed quietly.
So fucking pretty, Kylo thought to himself as the pain, anger and shame took residence on her face, making his cock feel heavy in his pants. He didn’t care if Rey noticed - he had reached his limit anyways. He was going to make her cry and scream and beg and he'd take every single emotion from her triumphantly. He was so hard from the images and idea alone.
“You know I can take whatever I want,” he murmured to her, low and husky and dangerous sounding.
It flared life back into Rey’s eyes as she cautiously stared up at him, trying to decipher the meaning behind his statement when, suddenly, he moved. Rey sucked in a breath as she turned her head away from Kylo’s hand as it came up close to her face. She braced herself for it - that dim, pounding hum that she had felt before when it encapsulated her body in the woods during their first encounter - ready to feel it press against her temple now as he forced his powers into her mind instead.
Her brows wrinkled. Her lips quivered, she grinded her teeth and frowned as tears spilled down her cheeks from how powerless she was to stop him from stealing her thoughts.
It never came though.
Instead, she felt the soft leather of his glove palming her cheek gently and she blinked wildly at him for the strange, borderline affectionate, touch. Kylo Ren was regarding her with that same calm and stoic expression as before, but there was something much more wicked in his deep-brown eyes now.
“Your tears sparkle, did you know?” he whispered to her and she pulled a face at him, wondering what the hell he was talking about. Reading her silent question, he explained, “They glisten. Shining and sparkling and...” Kylo followed the wet trail of Rey's tear with his thumb, down to her jaw.
“....So pretty against your sun-kissed skin,” he said as he brushed her neck.
Rey gasped and tensed up again, horrified by the change in his tactic and too distracted to have thought much of the quick throb that had pulsed between her legs when he had stroked her.
The corner of Kylo’s mouth twitched, just the tiniest bit at her response to his implications and caress. Using the tips of his gloved fingers, he gently stroked his way down Rey's neck, stopping when he reached her heaving pulse point.
“Tell me about the droid,” he repeated again as he softly brushed her collarbone and watched with awe at the way her skin flexed and tightened with each shuddering breath she took because of his touch. Just you wait, my dear.
Panting heavily, Rey said nothing as she cast her furious gaze to the side.
Her mind was screaming, protesting this behavior from him, her body was too - until a strange warmth started to spread from where his fingers were brushing her skin. Startled, Rey killed the thought immediately. She refused to believe she was feeling anything other than pure disgust right now, so she continued to huff angrily and metaphorically kept her mouth shut as Kylo's warm, leathered fingers lingered over her shivering flesh.
It just excited Kylo more. Now she was truly trapped. Now he would make her his.
“Tell me,” he whispered again, voice dripping like sweet venom as he started to slink his fingers under the collar of her top, following the length of her collarbone at a space-snail’s pace.
Rey took a sharp inhale and fought against her restraints, but it was entirely useless. There was just no way to break free. She couldn’t believe this was happening - captured and bound and being touched against her will for information while having strange, fleeting reactions to…to him...
Rey shook her head of the abhorred notion.
No, she wasn't...she wasn't feeling that. She was seething. She hated him. She wanted him dead. The tight, erratic pulsing between her legs meant nothing. Rey refused to believe it - that she was…that her body was…
Teeth gritted, chest huffing, Rey scowled at the wall across from her, gathering up her anger and using it to mentally shove away at those wild thoughts, burying them deep into the dark recess of her mind. Her rage surged through her veins, lighting up her spirit once again and she boldly directed her disgust straight at him with a deep frown.
“No!” she bit out. No to his demand. No to his touch. No to her body’s reaction. She might be trapped, it might be hopeless, but she wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
Kylo could tell as much, as he stared at her for a beat, feeling the thump thump thump of her heart beneath his fingers. Rey scrunched her face harder - pouring out her hate for him through narrowed eyes. Pure hazel, Kylo observed, wet and fiery and...stars, he couldn’t wait to see them flutter as he made her come apart.
Without a word, Kylo retracted his hand out from of her tunic, grabbed the side collar and sharply pulled it down, revealing her bare shoulder and left breast. Rey flinched and blinked wide, momentarily stunned. Despite her bravado just seconds ago, she instinctively broke away from his eyes once she was uncovered, but it took no more than a second for her jaw to set as she became furious with herself for the wave of embarrassment that had crashed over her.
Her nostrils flared as she tried not to think about the cool air hitting her nipple, or the fact that Kylo Ren was drinking in the sight of her small, exposed tit. She never had anyone appreciate her. She was always told she was either too skinny, not womanly enough or not even the right species.
It would be just her luck that the first guy to show any interest in her - or with her assets - would be an evil bastard working with the First Order, trying to interrogate her. Her mouth tightened, both at him and from the way she could feel the her nipple pebbling up because of his worshiping stare.
Rey kept her eyes to the wall, even when Kylo's face came down close to hers and he raised his hand up again, just a few inches below her breast, threatening to cup her.
“Last chance,” he warned quietly, though this was a lie. He was going to have her before the night was over, whether she told him everything or not.
Even though he was threatening her, his deep voice carried through the air like some kind of soft, floating, thing that Rey felt all across her heated skin, making her shudder with tingles.
No! She quickly reminded herself. It was clear where her situation was headed, but she wouldn't give Kylo Ren the satisfaction of showing him anything other than unbridled contempt during any of it. So she took a deep breath, and glared at him.
“Fuck you,” she spat, panting hard.
Kylo said nothing. He searched her face, blinked, then broke out into a small smirk.
Rey yelped when his left hand suddenly grabbed her jaw and turned her head slightly to the side. She felt his full lips by her ear while flowy hair tickled her bare shoulder.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and a hot breath left Rey’s lips. She stared wide-eyed at her surroundings, feeling Kylo smile against the shell of her ear before he loosened his grip on her face and straightened himself back up. He then stepped over her, widening his long legs on either side of Rey and she jumped - or at least, she tried to - when she finally noticed his hard erection, close to her lower belly.
Rey didn’t let her eyes rest on it for more than when it initially startled her, and she shifted her gaze - not out of nervousness, but because she was repulsed. Unfortunately, it was damn near impossible to ignore and not notice how big he felt, as it lightly pressed over her mound.
“Shy?” Kylo teased with a lazy drawl, amused and getting harder.
Anger boiled within Rey. She pursed her lips, gathering a wad of spit and turned to him again, ready to unleash her only means of attack when she suddenly stiffened.
There it was: a dull, radiating hum.
Kylo’s hand was up, like he was reaching out for her but stopped midway. Rey could still blink, could still breathe, but the unseen energy of Kylo Ren’s powers holding her face was palpable. Her eyes locked with his when he applied just the slightest bit more pressure, squeezing her jaw, squishing her lips.
“I wouldn’t, if I were you. It can get much worse,” Kylo said and true to his word, he gripped her harder using the Force.
“Hmm!” Rey cinched her face at the pressure on her jaw, and she instinctively did the only thing she could think of that would get him to stop. She quickly swallowed the pool of saliva.
It pleased Kylo, and he released her. “You should refrain from doing foolish and disgusting things.”
“You’re one to talk!” Rey blurted, huffing and trembling slightly as she got a hold of her bearings again.
“The only time I’ll allow spit to be involved is when you’re either drooling from ecstasy or when I have you choking on my cock,” Kylo informed her.
Rey gawked at him, at the audacity of his comment. In the heat of the moment, it didn't matter what power he had, figuratively or literally, because she leaned forward as much as she could and hissed out in a deadly note, “Put anything in my mouth and I’ll bite it off!”
Kylo scoffed.
“Yes, I’d like to see you try,” he drawled as he waved his hand, sending a small blast of energy that shoved Rey back with a small oomph! in her seat. “It’s not like I could just keep your mouth open if I wanted to, could I? But we’ll save that for another day. Besides, you seem stressed,” he mocked and locked eyes with her again. “Let me help you relax.”
Kylo surged his right hand forward and boldly cupped Rey's small tit, massaging it gently. She exhaled and broke from his gaze as she struggled. So long as she could help it, she would not look at him, it was the one thing she still had control over, at least.
…For now...a dreary voice inside her mind threw in.
Frowning at the words, Rey squirmed some more as Kylo fondled her. Quick puffs of air left her mouth and her eyes blinked rapidly from the way Kylo's warm hand was expertly kneading her small breast, and unfortunately for her, he of course noticed.
“Are you sensitive?” he asked, voice husky, his gloved thumb circling around her pebbled areola. “I don't mind if you are, but it’s more fun when I can build it up and drag the pleasure out of you.”
“There is -” Rey gritted, flinching as he swiped his thumb over her nipple. “ - nothing pleasurable about this!”
“No?” he cooed, gently tugging on her nip, eliciting a sudden gasp. “You don’t like the way I’m pinching your cute, small, nipple between my fingers? Such a tight little bud it’s already become - so attentive with my teasing. It doesn’t usually get much attention like this, does it? Either by you or whoever it is you were fucking in order to survive the cold nights on Jakku, I bet.”
“I don’t -” Rey barked out before she shut her mouth and looked away again, huffing hard. She didn’t need to defend or explain anything to him, especially against false accusations anyways.
In truth, it was only whenever Rey would meet another lonely and seemingly harmless scavenger was when she would join them in bed. She traded nothing, gave nothing except her time and company and the men did the same in turn.
They shared the same mind-set as her - they saw no point in trying to start a relationship. Both of their basic needs had just finally reached a tipping point where they figured it would be nice, be different, to scratch that itch with someone else.
Neither one was ever looking for romance. Besides a few small kisses and brief fondling to get her wet enough, that would be it. It wasn’t love making. It was a quick, hard fuck. Sometimes they said things to her, but she was too lost in her own mind, trying to chase her own high, to care or reply.
There wasn’t any hand holding or cuddling afterwards. It was always just calloused fingers digging into her skin, sharp hips bumping her from behind and an awful mess, always theirs, to clean up afterwards.
Rey could never determine whether she was grateful or not that the men she chose to sleep with hardly ever touched her. She had little time for herself, but whenever she did find a moment's quiet reprieve, it took ages. It was her own body - yet she oftentimes felt like she couldn’t figure out what she liked.
Not this! She argued with herself after another involuntary gasp left her mouth from Kylo plucking at her rosy nip. N-no! Not this! She bit down on her lip, trying to focus on anything else other than how hot his gloved fingers felt as they rolled over her hardened nipple, sending erratic jolts down between her legs.
“You try so hard to hold your emotions back,” Kylo murmured as he captured her nipple between his thumb and pointer and rubbed, watching with rapt attention at the way Rey squirmed. “But all it really does is lay you flat on the surface - fully opened. Ready to be inspected by anyone, easily.”
“Shut up!” Rey snapped, breathing hard, face warm. “Stop talking about me like I’m some pitiful insect caught under a glass. You’re the pitiful one,” she gave him a quick glare. “Having me locked up, restrained and violated. You’re easy to read; vile, horrendous and evil!”
“I can be forgiving too,” Kylo threw in, voice soft as he carefully cupped Rey’s tit again and gently pressed his thumb over her sensitive nipple. “I’ll forgive anything you say to me, because I know it’s just you being hard on yourself - you being in denial of your own feelings, since we both know that your body is reacting to me.”
“Eat shit!!” Rey spat, fury in her hazel eyes as she glowered at him. Kylo gave her a small smirk before he leaned in, hand still on her breast.
“I forgive you,” he told her, and she quickly turned her cheek when he shifted forward, murmuring against her face, “Doesn’t mean I’m not angry though.”
Rey wasn’t sure what to expect, which was all the more reason she yelped with surprise when Kylo ripped the other side of her tunic down, exposing her right breast as well.
“If you think this one is going to get the same treatment, you are sorely mistaken,” Kylo said with his lips still pressed into Rey's cheek, and she furrowed her brows.
“I -” was all she could huff before she suddenly cried out in pain.
“Ahh!”
Kylo was pinching her right nipple - squeezing it hard between the leather of his fingers. He closed his eyes and hummed against Rey’s face, listening to her sweet, pained cries as she tried in vain to pull away from him.
“Ngh -! Ggh -!” Rey gritted through her teeth, eyes tightly shut as the sharp ripples signaled off the neurons in her brain, letting her know that that part of her body was in distress, but there was nothing she could do about it, and it only got worse.
Kylo squeezed harder; twisting his wrist all the way and applied more pressure - twisting and squeezing her small bud and more bursts of pain flared out across Rey's chest.
“Arghhhh!!” Rey screamed and Kylo groaned. The pain was like electricity, except instead of being momentarily zapped on her fingers, whenever she’d tinker with machinery, Kylo Ren was the one causing it and it zapped through all of her in one continuous bolt, shocking her nerve endings and to her absolute horror - the pain started to swim down to her clit, making it throb with attention.
“Nn -! St -!” Rey bit down on her words as the sharp jolts made her flinch and struggle. She would not beg, she wouldn't. She scrunched her face harder, huffed heavily through her nose and told herself to just endure it - it would be over soon. The throb in her clit didn't mean anything. She wasn't liking this at all, her body was in distress, it was just confused and giving off any kind of signal to let her know as such. It would be over soon. It would, wouldn’t it?
Only when he saw tears prick in the corner of Rey's closed eyes did Kylo grant her silent plea. He relaxed his wrist and she released a beautiful, shuddering and wet gasp that made his cock bump with excitement. There it is, he said to himself and cupped her again. That pretty sound, that pretty expression - falling from a place that you had tried so hard to stay on top of. Let’s see what you look like as you fall from an even higher peak.
He moved his face down to the back of Rey’s jaw, right below her ear, where he suddenly placed a small kiss on her.
Besides the fact that the spot was highly sensitive - raising gooseflesh as a million tingles fired off - Rey had never had anyone touch, much less kiss her there, before, and she flinched and struggled harder in her restraints against the new, fluttering sensation.
“G-get off! Don’t t-touch me!” she growled, refusing to use the word kiss with him.
“Intimacy like this frightens you, doesn’t it?” Kylo spoke low, rumbling in her ear. “No one’s ever caressed your flesh with soft touches and sweet words. You’re used to rough hands and harsh statements and now, it’s what your body has become accustomed to. Rough is what you know. You are a scavenger, after all. Anything soft and delicate doesn’t cut it. It wouldn’t be of use to you. But your heart craves it. Wishes for it, wants for it. Except you tell yourself that fragile things won’t survive. Not in Jakku, or anywhere else for that matter. So you’ve run from it. Ignored it. Settled on rough because that’s what’s kept you alive. It’s what your body knows. Tell me though; isn’t the point of your daily hustle so that one day soon, you can find someplace soft?”
“Sh-shut up…” Rey panted, heart pounding while trying to ignore the feel of his lips on her skin. “You don’t know anything about me!”
“I know you’re conflicted," Kylo replied. "I know that years of roughness has made your body react to it now. You may cry and scream and hate the pain, but,” he tugged on her nipple, making her hiss. “You’re wet for it too, aren’t you?” he purred.
Rey shuddered, flabbergasted. No…no, she wasn’t - the pulsing…it didn’t mean - no.
“....Get off of me,” Rey firmly stated after a beat.
“You want both,” Kylo said, thick and warm sounding as he roughly squeezed Rey's tit while gently pressing his lips to her neck. She jumped, panting hard as her eyes fluttered and her clit throbbed.
“Get off," she panted. "Don’t touch me! GET OFF!”
Kylo pinched her right nipple again while sucking a delicate kiss into the crook of her neck. Pain bursted from where his fingers squeezed down on her sensitive nipple while sweet tingles bloomed because of the softness of his lips on her throat.
Rey sputtered and squirmed, holding back her startled gasps, pained cries, and the curses she wanted to spew at him, worried that if she opened her mouth for any of it, that something else - something out of her control - might spill out instead, thanks to the way he was pinching, twisting, kissing and licking her.
Oh…oh, stars, no..!
As much as she wanted to deny it, to tell herself otherwise, Rey could feel it - the crotch of her pants were dampening as Kylo violated her with his mouth and fingers. When he simultaneously sucked her skin gently and harshly tweaked her nipple, Rey held back a whimper at the way her pussy ached and her heart pounded away like a drum.
No, he's wrong, she told herself. She wasn’t like that, but Kylo's hot breath and rumbling hums only further added to the tight and steady throbbing in her swelling clit.
“....S-stop!” Rey heard herself say, despite her vow from earlier that she would not beg. She’d rather feel shame for going against her own word than admit she was indeed reacting to Kylo Ren and the situation he placed her in. “Stop it. Stop!”
Kylo paid her no mind, palming both of her breasts as he assaulted her neck with open mouthed kisses.
“So lovely,” his voice rumbled, making her involuntarily shiver. “A little desert rose you are. Full of spindly needles - a sharp edge. But once you get past it, such beauty, too.” He kissed Rey's jaw, which sent tingles down her spine and he tweaked her breasts, making her pussy clench. “Sweet little scavenger,” he murmured before kissing the curve of her shoulder.
“S..Stop. Shut up!” Rey gasped out, lashes fluttering.
Hearing the strain in her voice, Kylo groaned against her shoulder. “You’re so wet for me now, aren’t you, dear?”
“Never!” Rey spat, wishing she could crack his skull with her own but there was still a small threat of the Force hovering around. “Shut up and don’t you call me that!”
Kylo chuckled, and the sound vibrated against Rey's skin.
“Still so shy," he kissed her flesh, making her shiver and grunt. "Though I suppose it would make sense that you’d prefer the more vulgar terms for now, hm? You’re more used to it, aren’t you?”
When Rey said nothing, Kylo snaked a hand up, tangled it in her hair and pulled her head back to get her to look at him.
“Aren’t you, whore?” he muttered.
The angry spark in Rey’s eyes made him shudder with delight. Then he saw the hazel in her eyes flash, burning even hotter at him when he started to rub his cock against her.
“Feel that, whore? Something you’re all too familiar with - I’ve no doubt. How inaccurate my previous statement was. A desert bitch is what you actually are, spreading your loose legs open for any dog that would bother with sniffing you out, wondering if it’s worth it to plug up your used cunt with their cum as well.”
Rey’s trembling mouth tightened. She’d never felt more furious with anyone before - in her entire life, in the entire galaxy - than she did with Kylo Ren. No one else.
….Except for maybe…herself.
The insults had her fuming, she was practically snarling at him. Rey hated him so much but…she also hated how those awful, terrible and degrading words had sent a hot twinge to her clit.
Kylo Ren was wrong about her, so why did her pussy clench at his words? It had to be his powers, somehow. It just had to be. He was literally forcing her to become aroused while he was having his way with her - groping her, humiliating her, insulting her - all while she couldn’t fight back.
That had to be it, Rey said to herself, because there was no possible way she was turned on by any of this. He didn’t know her. You want both, he had said and Rey scoffed at the idea, at his assumptions of her. He was wrong, he was, but she knew it would be pointless in trying to correct him or tell him differently. It wouldn’t stop Kylo Ren - his words or his actions - so Rey furrowed her brows and scowled harder.
It only made Kylo smirk.
He tugged on her nipples, stretching the small buds and she cried out in pain while he said, “Something the matter, bitch? Upset by how much of a huge slut you are?”
“You..!” she shuttered, grunting through the pain and unwanted tingles coursing through her body. “...Are evil incarnate.”
“And you are enjoying it,” Kylo said before he let go and sharply smacked her tits, pulling a yelp from her mouth. The leather stung her flesh sharply, and made her clit throb. “How much more wet are you now, my dear?” he cooed in a mocking tone.
Rey said nothing, breathing hard as her eyes fell on him without really looking at him.
“Think whatever you like about me,” she spoke in a hushed tone, panting. “But I’ll admit this much; you’re certainly the most chattiest one yet. My guess is that you can’t last for very long, and that's why you’ve been talking so damn much.”
“It’s adorable how you think you can try to get a reaction out of me by saying such ridiculous things like that," Kylo shook his head. "I was sure you were a person who's keenly adept with details, my little scavenger. I did say that I like to drag things out, didn’t I?”
“Sounds like an excuse,” Rey shrugged, bare tits and all.
Kylo chuckled.
“Would you rather I fuck you right this instant then?” He asked as he pressed his cock down on her again. Rey ignored the way her body pulsed and took a steadying breath.
“I don’t care what you do to me anymore. I’m not going to tell you anything. Whether you decide to kill me or not in the end won’t matter, because I’ll know this much at least -” she met his stare head-on and growled out, “That you’re pathetic!”
It happened so quickly, Rey didn’t even see his hand move, but she certainly felt it - gloved fingers that were squeezing her jaw again with his vice-like grip. She tensed up, but kept her hard, blinking eyes on his calm-looking face whilst he stared down at her. There was a small hitch in her breath when he began to surge a bit of his powers through his palm, then he lowered his face, inches from her own.
“...You’re perfect,” Kylo said in response, before crashing his mouth with hers.