Let The Past Die (Kylo Ren x reader)

7. The Sacrifice At The Ghost Temple

My skin was itching, and I sank deeper into bed. I had never felt so helpless before. The general had praised me for risking my neck stealing the First Order plans, but I didn't see myself as a hero. Where did I go from here? I stretched my legs out on the bed and crossed them again in an attempt to make my hardened knee joints relax a little. Tapping my finger mindlessly on my bare leg, I didn't need to think it over for long.

The blast doors swooshed open. Kylo Ren entered with a tray in his hands.

"Sustenance" he said, setting my meal down on the desk.

My immediate reaction was to say thank you, but I remained silent, biting my lip in non-compliance. He pursed his lips as if wanting to say something. With a stiff nod he turned to leave.

"Ben!"

He stopped. I couldn't recall a single time aboard the Star Destroyer when he had actually responded to his old name. The look in his eye was a mix of anticipation and something I didn't dare call hope.

"I heard you" I said in quiet acknowledgment, reflecting back to the confession that had knocked the air out of me moments earlier in his chambers. "You're not alone."

Two long steps were all it took before he was by my bedside, and I stood up on my knees to meet him. Craning his neck down to kiss me, he shrugged his black robes off and let them fall to his feet. Wet and warm and soft, his lips fit perfectly with mine, as if we had never done anything else. He shifted as he stepped out of his boots, never breaking the kiss. My hands went up to his midriff, impatiently sneaking in under his black shirt, sliding it up with my fingers on his pale skin. His hands on my wrists stopped me. Straightening his back, his dark eyes fixated on me, he began pulling his gloves off.

"No" I uttered. "Do the teeth thing."

His mouth twitched up amusedly, before he put his fingers in his mouth, biting down on the leather and pulling the glove off with a jerk of his head. I grinned, feeling my naked thighs tense and shiver under me. He gave me a pointed look and did the same thing to his other glove, as if asking if he was doing it right. I sucked my lower lip into my mouth, nodding. He grinned, reaching out for my hand. When I offered it up, he guided me back to the hem of his shirt. They looked so small on his wide body as I snaked them back in under his clothes, pushing the fabric up. I stood up on the bed, and he quietly let me pull the shirt all the way off, joining it to the pile forming on the floor.

His skin was pale, his arms lightly freckled, and the lightsaber scar across his face continued down his throat in a sloping line halfway down his chest on the left. I let my fingers caress down along the deformity. I had thought he deserved it. Now I wasn't sure what I thought. My hand froze in place a second before his big hand grabbed it gently. I couldn't help but give a small smile as I looked straight into his eyes. With his other hand on my buttcheek, he hooked a finger inside the panty line, pushing my body flush against his strong, bare chest. He bit my lip, his mouth claiming mine, leaving me breathless. I entangled my fingers in his long, black hair, arms around his neck. Without any warning he grabbed my thighs, lifting me up in his grip. His hands were hot on my flesh, and I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my feet in a lock behind him.

"Don't drop me" I wheezed with a chuckle.

He snorted as if my request was ludicrous. Making a point, he tensed his upper arms and bounced me once, getting a better grip on my thighs.

"I can do what I want" he mumbled playfully against my lips.

I sensed him stepping onto the bed on his knees, bringing me to the middle of the mattress. Slowly, we sank down, him on top of me between my legs, with his lips moving down my jaw to my neck, nibbling my skin. He shifted on his side slightly, brushing his hand up the backside of my leg, sending shivers through me when he kneaded my inner thigh. My sex tensed up from the near touch. I wanted to close my eyes and simply feel, but I couldn't take my eyes off of Kylo. His giant frame on top of mine, giving attention to every part of my body, was too good of a view to miss out on.