Daylight

72. Beautiful (NSFW)

SUPER HEAVY SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER! You've been warned. Don't read if you're not comfortable with it. Seriously.

Super long chapter, and if anyone's curious: Word Count: 5,149

THIRD POV:

Kylo Ren led Amara back inside the building as the entire crowd watched them with interest. With her hand placed delicately in his leather palm, it was as if the world had silenced just for them. Easing her mind with just the twitch of his thumb rubbing against her skin, Amara felt something inside her, deep within her heart. A sense of power she never had. The way anyone would look towards rulers. Kylo Ren was a King, and she, his Queen. This was the way she thought everyone saw her as they passed between the large crowds. Alena was nowhere in sight as Amara's eyes caught Monroe's. He didn't look angry, threatened, or scared. His emotions were soothing, like the force around him. She could feel his acceptance of what she wanted from Ren. Stepping away from Han's son, Amara walked over to Monroe as he gave her a small smirk, one anyone would catch but not understand the meaning behind it.

Enjoy cloud nine. Monroe thought as the smirk turned into a deep chuckle. Thinking he would get smacked for that, he realized it would never come as she dipped her hands down to her dress and curtsied before him, the crowds around her gasping in shock.

"Thank you for bringing me, Monroe. It is nice to have a friend." She smiled brightly as Monroe only dipped his head before watching her turn back to face Kylo. With the nod of his head, while bringing up a hand for her to take once more, she gave a simple smile to Kylo as she did take his hand.

As they headed for the doors, an emotion overcame Amara when she glanced towards the right side of the ballroom to see Queen Alena attending to her bloody nose as their sight met. Alena's were hateful. Amara's were indifferent. With Ren by her side this time, she could feel the overprotective side of him push through as he made the attempt to pull her closer to his side.

"Jedi scum!" Alena screamed towards Amara but as everyone watched for a reaction, only Ren could see what she gave. 

A smile. A small gesture it was but it was beyond powerful. Scrunching her nose, Amara glanced up at Ren's eyes as she motioned her head towards their way out. Understanding they no longer needed to stay, he guided them to the door and away from the party that lingered. As they walked through the halls to head towards the main elevators, Ren couldn't help but notice the smile from before still on her face. It was as if she was relishing in the scene that had just occurred. He hadn't seen her this happy about anything in years, though it felt like longer. Feeling wonder come over her, he glanced down the same time she looked back as Ren felt his knights following them. Sensing her distraught about his Knights, Ren sent them a silent order to refrain from following them back up to his penthouse as they disappeared down another hallway. Watching her glance back again, her negative emotion faded away as she glanced at him.

"We'll be fine without them tonight." Nodding her head at his answer, as if she had given him a silent question, they reached the main elevator as he let Amara step inside first. Sensing the serenity around them as the car began to rise, she let Ren know how Alena's words amused her as she slightly giggled under her breath as Ren chuckled deeply.

"She forgot the Master part," Amara said as she glanced up at the illuminated numbers, reaching each floor one by one.

"Here I thought you despised that title."

"Like everything, it has its privileges. I just didn't want to be seen as one tonight." Ren hummed at her comment as he understood the meaning.

"Just like I don't want to see you as the Supreme Leader tonight." Sensing her eyes on his face, he dropped his sight down to see he was correct as her eyes sparkled in the lighting.

"You won't. I promise." In seconds, he felt her disbelief, but she only met it halfway. 

Wanting her to believe everything he says tonight would be real, the moment the elevator stopped on their floor, he pulled her closer to his body. With quick thinking, he reached for her face and smashed his lips against hers, urgent but not rough. As both took an intake of air before the kiss, a rush of heat fell between the two, their hearts fluttering together as one. Sucking on her bottom lip and hearing her moan, Ren itched to rip her delicate dress apart but he fought the urge as he pulled away, but not too far.

"Be with me." He spoke the words once more as Amara nodded her head slightly within his hands.

"Perfect" He spoke as he quickly swept Amara off her feet as it made her laugh as he rushed down the hall, using the force to swing the door wide open to his place. Allowing Amara to drop down to the floor, she glanced down at her dress as she felt Ren's primal urge to destroy it. Seeing his eyes darken as he ripped his cloak off, she gave him a solid finger as he halted.

"Any damage to this dress, and this night is over, got it?" She warned with a very serious expression as he only nodded once. This dress had just become as precious as Hope still was. 

Lifting a single finger, the backing of her dress slipped from its knotting system as it fell loose on her body. Taking a deep breath as if she hadn't been able to, Ren gave her a weird look before slowly making his way towards her. Inches from her body, the mere urge to rip the dress to uncover her body was intense,e but when his eyes fell on the necklace he made for her years ago, something shifted in the air. Sensing what he was seeing for the first time up close in years, she let out a breath of air as he brought a hand up to feel the crystal, his old one.

"I thought you wouldn't want this by now." His voice was spoken in a whispered tone, but she could hear his voice shaking.

"You're still allowing me to call you Ben, especially like this. Call it a ray of hope." Amara spoke softly as she brought her hands around the back of her neck. Stopped by his large hands, he repeatedly said no as Amara watched him with confusion.

"You said you would never take it off." His words were rushed as he physically shook. Like he was panicking. His large hands clasped around hers as she slowly let go of the necklace. Feeling his hands travel up to her face, she watched him with wonder as he placed his forehead against hers. A gesture both knew always calmed them. It brought them peace. Pulling at her elegant sleeves, Ben noticed this as she began to have trouble.

"Turn around" He spoke softly.

As she did, Amara could feel his gloved hands on her shoulders, the thin fabric of the dress not protecting her very much. Pulling the dress off her shoulders, he slowly and carefully pulled down each arm as it revealed something he didn't expect. She didn't wear a bra of any kind. His breath hitched as the dress stopped at her hips before slipping to the floor, only to see she wore nude underwear. Her hair cascaded in waves that covered her breasts entirely. She looked too beautiful this way as the dim lighting barely illuminated her body. As she turned back around to face him, she could feel him admiring her as a slight flush of color came to her cheeks but not once did she shy away.

However, with the way his main room looked to her, she glanced around the see various places that stood out. She wondered where they would go, what surface they would be on. Tuning into zipping sounds, Amara turned her head as her hair whipped with the motion to see Ben without his uniform now, which included his undergarments. Her mouth dropped slightly open to see his cock in full view now as the very heat she's always felt between her legs began to burn with desire. Seeing what she desired, Ben was able to walk back into a sizeable dark-colored chair as he sat down, his eyes never leaving hers as he motioned for her to him.

Humor rushed through her mind at the sight of him but as her feet began to move towards his chair, she couldn't help the little devil inside her as she dropped slowly to her knees as he bucked his hips forward, making it easy for her to have access without feeling uncomfortable. Grabbing at his length, she didn't waste any time as she pulled up to a kneeling position and placed her mouth onto him. A deep groan escaped from his lips as he pushed further into her mouth, the wetted area turning him on more. He could feel her saliva dripping down the head of his cock as she swirled her tongue in various motions. She bobbed her head up and down with practice. Just before her, her lover was falling apart like putty in her hands. Increasing her speed while going much deeper against his cock, Ben gripped at her hair as he helped her plunge down further on his length as he leaned forward.

"So fucking needy for me." He moaned against her as he felt his stomach hit the crown of her head.