Permanent Mark

Chapter 50

He wakes to the most beautiful sight. He's on his back with Rey sprawled out next to him, her bare skin against his. Her face is buried in his chest, her hands on his biceps, attempting to trap him. She's running a trail of kisses across his skin. Just light feathery touches of her lips but enough to make him sigh in contentment. 

How? How does he get this? How? With the horrible things he's done, how does he still get this? It's not right, not fair to the galaxy. However, someone must get this burn bright thing and the thought of anyone else having her is enough to make him forget about what he doesn't deserve. 

He smiles, attempting to move his hand to touch her. She grunts a little determined grunt and continues to pin him in place. 

"Hmmmm," he hums as her mouth kisses his throat, "what are you up to?"

"I like your skin," she whispers against him, her breath causing him to shiver. 

"Let me touch you."

"No," she tells him, moving back down to his pecs. There's a bit of her tongue now involved as she traces underneath each one. 

"Please….." he begs.

"Always wanted to do this," she says, kissing his nipple. 

She then sucks in and his back arches a bit. She climbs up, laying on him and all he can feel is her. All he can see is her. All he knows is her. Rey. His lover, Rey. His everything, Rey. 

"Like that?" she asks in that deeper, raspy tone that burns a hole in him. 

His answer is a string of sounds that make no sense. This rises a giggle from her. That giggle he's come to know as a sign of her knowing the power she has over him. This little desert girl can control the most powerful force-wielder in the galaxy with a kiss of her lips, a giggle from her throat and a look from her eyes. She's his weakness and he's perfectly fine with that. 

"I love you, Rey"

"I know," she responds, her journey taking her to his stomach. Her lips and tongue caress him and he's about to explode. 

"An eight pack? Really? Like, how?"

He laughs arrogantly. He's worked hard to keep his body in perfect form and if this is the reward, he'll continue to do so. 

"I'm jealous, Ben. Your body looks better than mine."

Oh, well. That won't do at all. 

He breaks free of her hold and hauls her back up to his mouth, kissing her violently, his hands everywhere but mostly centered on her ass. 

Not even close, my ch'acin't. Your body is the stuff men dream about. At least this man. 

She doesn't respond with words but the way she kisses him, the way she squirms against him tells him how she feels. The sounds coming from her are enough to drive him mad. 

She breaks the kiss, leaving him mourning the loss of her tongue against his. She remedies this quickly though by returning to her mission. The all-encompassing worship of his body with her mouth. 

Her tongue licks around his navel, then following the trail of hair below. 

Suddenly, he realizes her intent and he stops her, grabbing her head. 

She looks up at him, looking rather ticked off. She has plans, dammit. 

"No, Rey…"

She shakes her head free of his grasp, placing a kiss on his hip bone. He shudders as it occurs to him that his now very hard cock is positioned between her breasts.