#none of this I just glare at you thirstily weak pg13 romcom shit

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Out to the Last Night

Chapter 7: Kýrios - (Greek) Master

Kylo Ren grunted, brow wrinkling and frown deepening. Rey froze, but his breathing resumed its even rhythm. She shot out both hands, thumbs pressing on his arteries, fingers digging in savagely to his bare skin where she could feel the slight stubble of his beard.

The shadow of his eyes flashed open, glinting like a snake’s as he reared up and ripped himself free of her grasp. He flung her back with the Force, sending her sliding on her back across the floor, knocking the wind from her lungs. Then his large body moved more lithely than it seemed capable of as he leapt off the bed and launched himself on her prone form, straddling her and squeezing her torso with his thighs.

Her ribs protested their entrapment. He wrapped his hand around her throat, almost able to touch his fingers together behind her skull. He began to apply light pressure to the sides of her neck, making her vision blur at the edges.

This was definitely it. She’d pushed her luck one too many times. At least she had gone out fighting. By R’iia, this was a death she could be proud of.

"You know I’m really not a morning person,” he said softly above her, then lowered his head until they were nose to nose, eyes burning through the darkness into each other’s.

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