Shadow Desires

Chapter 15

A few days had passed since that little incident, and I couldn't stop wondering about that kiss. Part of me felt upset and thought I should report it. But another part of me wanted more. I was ready to sleep, but my mind wouldn't shut off. I got up, hoping to calm myself by brewing some tea. Maybe that would help.

I walked to the pantry again to make my tea. I poured the hot water into the cup and watched as the water slowly turned color. After a few minutes, I put the tea bag aside and headed back to my room.

As I entered, I immediately noticed something was off—the room was dark, not like how I had left it. I moved to turn on the lights, but before I could, I heard a sound from the corner of the room.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I saw him—a tall figure in a black t-shirt and gray joggers. He stood there, half of his face illuminated by the dim light seeping through the curtains. It was Kylo Ren. My breath caught in my throat.
He stepped forward, his eyes locked on mine.

"We're not done yet," he said, his voice low, filled with that same commanding intensity.

I set my tea aside, my hands trembling slightly, and before I could say anything, he closed the distance between us, his hands grabbing me and pulling me into an embrace.

His lips slammed against mine, and I kissed him back, this time with a passion that had been building for days.

The longing that had been gnawing at me finally burst free, and I let myself melt into him.

His lips moved to my neck, and I felt his breath against my skin as he kissed it gently. My heart raced, and I closed my eyes, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

The world outside seemed to vanish, leaving only the two of us, caught in a storm of emotions that I couldn't control—fear, desire, and a yearning that left me breathless.

His hands slid under my shirt, caressing my left breast. He massaged it gently, and I let out a soft moan. Then he kissed my lips as my hands clung to his neck. I curled my tongue to meet his, feeling his tongue deepen into mine.

Then he pulled back, his breathing heavy.

"I want you. I can't stand how much I want you," he whispered, his voice raw with need as we both tried to catch our breath.

He kissed me on my temple before removing my knickers. I stood there, watching as his eyes traveled over my exposed thighs, up to my hips. He turned me around, his left hand gripping my waist while his right hand moved to remove his pants. I felt his tip teasing me, circling at my entrance, and I let out a soft moan. He entered me, thrusting hard, and I wailed, my hands grabbing the edge of the cabinet by the wall for support.

He thrust into me forcefully, his hand gripping the back of my hair.

"I want you to feel every inch of me," he groaned, his voice filled with raw desire.

A moan escaped my lips as I gasped for air.

"Yes, my Supreme Leader," I managed to whisper, each thrust leaving me breathless and wanting more.

He thrust into me again and again, and I felt a euphoric rush wash over me. His left hand cupped my breast while his right hand gripped my waist, moving eagerly inside me. I let out a moan with each thrust, unable to hold back any longer.

He groaned, "Don't you cum yet."

My inner walls tightened around him, and I could feel his hard length pulsing as he groaned again.

Kylo Ren picked up the pace, his lips crashing against mine as he drove into me. My body clenched around him as I felt the pressure build, ready to release.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum," I panted.

He murmured, his voice rough. "Cum on me, baby."

A wave of pleasure washed over me as I came, my body going limp in his arms. The euphoria left my mind hazy, and soon after, I felt Kylo reach his own peak, releasing inside me.

"Such a good girl." he whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction. Kylo slowly let me down to the ground, placing a soft kiss on my lips.

We gathered ourselves, and I sat on the cabinet while he stood in front of me, one hand resting on the wall beside my head, caging me in. We were both catching our breath when his communicator buzzed, breaking the moment. He glanced down at the device.

"I have to go," he said, his voice a mix of frustration and urgency.

I reached out, my eyes searching for him.

"Should we talk about this?" I urged, hoping for some clarity.

He adjusted his joggers, taking a step closer. "I have to go now," he repeated, his tone leaving little room for argument. He turned and left, leaving me alone, feeling confused and longing for more.