His lips part in anticipation, flushed and lovely. She wants to bite them, suck them, taste them until she's had her fill and do it all over again. The desire in her throbs agonizingly. He's here now, physically before her, touching her, his scent all-encompassing and provocative as it swallows her, and he won't even allow her a simple kiss. Monster.

It was a simple task, a simple hunt. Track down the girl from the subway, the one who - by some bizarre stroke of luck - had ended up with the object. Kylo Ren was a master of his talent and loyal to his cause. Nothing could shake that loyalty, nor the trust he held in his supreme leader. Nothing. ** This fanfic was written back in 2015 and I'm finally posting it here. It's full of grammar errors, mistakes and the storyline could be better, but here we are. This is a semi-dark fic! Please tread carefully!

What if one choice could make your dreams come true, but it demanded more than you could've ever imagined? Jupiter's life is a mess: an unpublished novel, a crumbling family, a drug addict brother, and no time for love. Enter Connor, a struggling but charismatic actor terrified of commitment and desperate to finally make his career count for something. When an eleventh-hour agreement lands them in a sex magic ritual with one unbreakable rule--no kissing--they're pushed to face their buried feelings. As passion ignites and boundaries blur, the stakes skyrocket. Can they defy the rules without losing each other? This project is a steamy, heartfelt romance about love, trust, and the magic of taking risks. ((PLEASE CHECK THE AUTHOR NOTES!!))