The Last Knight

Ch. 17: Little Dove

PLEASE READ THIS REAL QUICK: Sorry this chapter took forever and its a little shorter than normal. I wanted to have certain things (yes, major shit is about to go down) take place all in one chapter, but it turned out that it was going to be suuuper long. So, instead of making you wait for one huge chapter, I decided to split it into two smaller ones. And now I have a little bit more time to finish the other half, which I want to have up very very soon (hopefully within the next weekish?) Thanks for reading xoxo!!!

Warnings: Immediate smut

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You blinked lazily as he hovered over you, his muscular arms braced on either side of your head. His dark eyes were still burning heavily with desire despite your earlier... activities. You wondered how the same gaze that had made you cower in fear could also make your stomach clench with longing. Though your legs were still shaking from your orgasm mere moments ago, you felt your core turn molten once again. He had a way of making you lose your control completely. You wondered why you ever thought you could  stay away from him.

"Can I help you?" You teased, faking a yawn. The look in his eyes had every inch of your skin burning. The most powerful man in the galaxy was looking at you. Like this.

He brought his face down to yours and gently took your lower lip between his teeth. His long hair tickled your cheeks as he spoke, "I said you could go back to work if you could walk tomorrow. Do you think I'd make it that easy for you after you disobeyed my orders today?" His deep voice was low and buttery smooth, but still laced with a hint of violence.

"Um.. maybe?" You squeaked.

You turned to face the wall because his unwavering stare was beginning to make you squirm. That was a mistake though, because he grabbed your chin roughly and forced you to look at him again. "Wrong answer."

After a beat he let you go though, getting to his feet. You took a moment to simply just admire him, the toned muscles that framed his body in the shadows. The sharp angles of his face surrounded perfectly by dark waves. The naked body of a dark, powerful god. A god of death. And despite that, you desperately wanted him. That probably made you certifiably insane.

You pressed your lips together to keep your mouth from falling open in awe. He smirked, as if knowing that the sheer sight of him simply caused you to melt.

You watched him lean against the wall casually, stroking himself and watching you continue to squirm. The silence in the room was deafening; only the gentle rushing of space filled the chamber. You were afraid to breathe too loudly. You refused to be the one that broke first.

Finally, finally, he said, "Turn around. You'll probably want to hold onto the headboard."

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Your brain was simply a haze of lust and longing. You used to make fun of girls like this on your holodramas, but now you too had had your brain reduced to dust. Too enthralled by a man to even think of anything but him between your legs. Certifiably insane.

You should have been ashamed of yourself... but your body would never allow you the respite from Kylo to do that. Your body craved him no matter what protests your mind seemed to scream. You got to your knees on the bed and crawled to the top, resting your hands lightly on the black frame. Your fingers were shaking.

So painfully slowly, he climbed onto the bed behind you and spread your legs apart with his knee. You felt a pool growing between your thighs at just the thought of him moving inside you. How warm it would feel. How full you'd feel...

"You act so innocent, but I know you love this." He lightly ran two fingers up your center, feeling that your desire for him was building again. You reflexively spread your legs further, a silent invitation. Your body betraying you again. You thought you heard a quiet laugh.