Darkness At Dawn • Kylo Ren [1]

XLII

"We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will."

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*WARNING. I HAVE ATTEMPTED SOME SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER. DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT*

"I have to go." He said immediately.

Elara tapped her fingers against her arm, clearly frustrated. "No."

"What do you mean no?" Kylo snarled. "Do you know who I am?"

Elara's eyebrows raised and she laughed bidi picky, making Kylo regret his choice of words. "I know who you are but do you?"

Kylo's face fell but nevertheless, he walked towards her in an attempt to push past her. When his attempt failed and he somehow ended up on the floor, he gave up. "Are you serious?"

"You promised," Elara bit the inside of her cheek. "You promised you'd talk to me."

"We already 'talked'." He fired back.

"That was not a talk." She gestured with her hands. "You have never once cared enough to ask me how I felt about everything!"

"Well damn Elara, how do you feel?"

"Fantastic!" She rolled her eyes. "Look at me Kylo, I feel like a fool calling you that!"

"What else? Do you hate the weather as well?" He snapped.

Elara stepped away from guarding the door, sulking her head as she went to sit on his messy bed. She massaged her temple with a grim look before finally speaking. "I wanted three."

Kylo looked mortified. "Three?"

"I thought if somehow you would come home with me, Jude and Bellamy could have another sibling." She shook her head. "I don't know what I was thinking."

"What made you possibly think I'd go back with you?" It sounded harsher than he intended but he didn't apologize.

"Perhaps if you loved me enough, you'd see the error of your ways and raise your children."

"Don't do that." He pleaded. "You know I love you! I'd die without you and now that you ache to leave, I am being ripped apart."

"I was ripped apart a long time ago."

"That makes two of us." He shuddered, taking slow and heavy steps towards Elara. "But I want you Elara, I do."

"Don't touch me!" Elara seethed as she felt his touch on her lower back.

Kylo ignored her request, moving close enough for her to feel his body through her clothes, hands loose at his side. He heard her breathing become deeper, her posture altered yet she stayed close. Starting at her knees he lets his hands touch gently, slowly moving them up to her waist and then pausing for her reaction. Elara turned, locking her eyes on his, the same shade of brown into brown. His right hand raised to her hair, tucking the auburn wisps behind her ear. Then it is Elara that moved in first, Kylo needing no more invitation. They kiss, savouring each moment, lost in a heady trance of passion.

He was all dark and stripped away of attachment until he touched her skin. Then something not only stirred in him, but it took over his thinking. The rest of his universe became an unimportant blur that was banished into the far recesses of his mind. The only thing that mattered was touching her more, kissing her mouth, her stomach, her breasts. He tried to be gentle with her clothing, not to rip the fabric, but it was hard. His hands were made for conquering rather than her angelic frame.