[ He's not the only one feeling the effects of how close they are to one another — Rey's squirming against him as he's pinned her has led to blood blossoming high in her cheeks, not only from her exertion as she's wrestling with him but from the feel of him, the weight of him against her, the hunger that has nothing to do with food gnawing below her belly at the way he leans in close with her wrists trapped in his hand.
He jerks backward at her teeth on his arm, and Rey takes advantage of his momentum to let go of him with her legs — no matter how pleasant the friction is — and push at him with her knees, knocking him backward once more into the grass on his back.
But instead of putting distance between them, she pounces on him with a curl of her own to her lip, pinning him down in much the same way despite his height and weight advantage. She tries her best to pin his wrists, although with her much smaller hands it takes both of them.
And then she breathes heavily, adjusting herself against him, subconsciously seeking more of that friction between her legs. That feral part of her wants to bite him, again, to her own internal chagrin. ]
kylo *yes*
He jerks backward at her teeth on his arm, and Rey takes advantage of his momentum to let go of him with her legs — no matter how pleasant the friction is — and push at him with her knees, knocking him backward once more into the grass on his back.
But instead of putting distance between them, she pounces on him with a curl of her own to her lip, pinning him down in much the same way despite his height and weight advantage. She tries her best to pin his wrists, although with her much smaller hands it takes both of them.
And then she breathes heavily, adjusting herself against him, subconsciously seeking more of that friction between her legs. That feral part of her wants to bite him, again, to her own internal chagrin. ]
— Stop it! Are you done?