The Lady of Ren

Let Me In

"You're trembling."

The news has rendered you speechless. Kylo Ren needed an offspring - a child. You were to carry that child into, what? A pathological excuse for power? Of course you were trembling.

You lie. "You're frightening."

Kylo tilts his head, watching you like a predator. The look in his eyes suggests he was interested in the idea - the idea of completely taking you over. The thought makes your stomach flip and you attempt to swallow your fear.

"No," he says to you. He glides closer, the space between you closing. Soon he is directly in front of you, your bodies barely touching. He lifts a hand to your chin and cranes your neck to look him in the eyes. "There's something else."

He knew. Of course he did. It didn't take a Force user to know that you found yourself salivating over the mention of his name. The moment you saw him walking across the halls of the Supremacy on that very first day you had wanted him. All of him. The steel of his heart and the shroud he bore - he was the definition of power and it brought you to your knees.

You wouldn't admit it. You had too much pride.

"There's nothing else," you mumble. You try to tear away from his grasp but he holds you firmly, his dark eyes boring into yours.

A deep vibration rings throughout your skull. You want to grip your temples in distress, but your arms are frozen at your sides. There's a ricochet somewhere throughout your subconscious as though someone is trying to force their way in. No. You wouldn't let him. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself.

So you cast him out. He physically jerks back but keeps his hand on your chin. His expression isn't what you had expected - instead of fury, he looks impressed.

"You're strong," he says, lifting a brow.

"Of course I am," you almost whisper, watching his mouth. It's much to your demise, but he's about to break you.

You aren't opposed to the idea of having his child. It's not that you're afraid of partaking in whatever is about to happen; you're afraid of him knowing he made you clumsy. You're always level-headed, but Kylo...

Then he does something very unexpected. Something you had never imagined this man - he was a man, wasn't he? - would ever do. He leans into your ear, his breath hot on your skin. You shiver underneath him, attempting to steady your breath.

"Let me in," he murmurs.

"Why should I?" you breathe. He's running his nose along your collarbone.

He lifts his mouth to yours, his lips just inches from your own. "Because you're mine."

You blink helplessly, your eyes fluttering like the wings of a moth. He grasps your waist tightly and crashes his lips onto yours.

It's better than what you had imagined it would be. Kylo's towering frame shielding you, his arms clenching you tightly against his chest. You feel his heart beating - humanity, it sung. Lust. Desire. It was something different - something more.

Fingers begin to clasp around one another. Your breath collides, your teeth clash against one another. You begin to tug at his robes, his belt sliding off first and then his shawl, his armor. All of it ends up at a pile on the floor.

But Kylo isn't hesitant with you. He completely rips your gown in half - whether it was purposely or not.

You tear away from his mouth, breathing heavily. "Dammit," you turn to the shredded fabric on the floor.