Kiddo | Kylo Ren

XIV. What You Claim to Be

NFSW

"Kylo... what are we?"

As he lied awake in bed, Kylo's mind couldn't help but ponder your questioning words with every passing second. Even if he had cycled through your question many times before, a clear answer would not come to mind. 

You were asleep next to him, curled up in a tiny ball with your knees pressed against your chest. He had sent you to sleep after his overarching need to destroy you became too much for him. 

Though the thoughts had probed and prodded at his mind constantly, Kylo could not bring himself to have a sexual relationship with you. 

At least not yet. 

The second Kylo had taken off his mask in front of you, he knew what he needed to do. Ever since that fateful night the two of you spent together on the Finalizer, Kylo has been craving your lips to connect again. Only this time, he planned on taking it one step further. 

As his lips crashed into yours, Kylo couldn't help but begin caressing every part of your body. His hands began with your warm cheeks, which were tinted a soft red color as he circled small patters over them with his thumbs. 

Once his hands had begun descending down your body, aiming for the nape of your neck, his lips followed suit. He gently tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth before letting it go with a loud pop. 

He knew dragging his lips across your neck while kissing and nipping at the area behind your ear would make you go crazy. 

The unexpected small whimper you had moaned out, however, almost made him lose his cool. 

It was taking everything Kylo had in him to not ravish you immediately- if he could, he'd be tearing your body apart and splitting you in half with his huge length right now. 

But he knew how to control himself- a night like this meant there was no need to rush things. Not when you were finally together again, touching tongues and moaning each others names. 

With the Knights so far down the hall, Kylo knew he could do anything he wanted to you. Make you scream, or cry, or even beg underneath him as he lapped his long tongue against every inch of your body. 

But before he could do that, he had to feel you first. 

As his hands drifted away from your neck and down to your hips, he began grabbing at the flesh of them and squeezing them harshly, trying his best not to leave a bruise, yet apply enough pressure to make you squirm and writhe under his touch. 

From your hips, Kylo then trailed along the outsides of your thighs- not daring to touch the inner parts unless he knew he could control himself. 

His hands lingered all the way down to your knees, softly caressing them the most he could before getting antsy again. Begging to get underneath your shirt and grab at what he really wanted to feel. 

As he brought his face away from your neck, admiring the deep purple spots he had left, his eyes found your tired gaze. 

Your eyebrows were scrunched forwards, like you were worried about what he was doing, and your big beautiful puppy dog eyes were working their wonders.