Rey doesn't care if she's sore later, which she likely will be given the pace they've set tonight. Right now though, all she cares about is sating that ache burning in the pit of her stomach, rising up into her throat as she pants and whines, lifting her hips to meet his.
The thoughts in his head filter to hers, which makes her smile, tilting her head back so she can kiss his chin, before sliding her hands up to the back of his head so she can angle him back down so she can kiss his lips.
"I was made for you," she breathes, pressing her forehead against his, focused on the feeling of him inside her, the tension coiling in her stomach and the ache of her muscles as she tries to keep moving with him. "And you- You were made for me."
The thought has crossed her mind, given their connection, and things she'd seen in her visions. Voices she's heard, her whole life. It all seems like she and Ben were destined to be in one-another's orbit. Maybe not as lovers, she chooses to believe that they came into that on their own, but as two halves of a whole. He's what she spent her whole life waiting for.
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The thoughts in his head filter to hers, which makes her smile, tilting her head back so she can kiss his chin, before sliding her hands up to the back of his head so she can angle him back down so she can kiss his lips.
"I was made for you," she breathes, pressing her forehead against his, focused on the feeling of him inside her, the tension coiling in her stomach and the ache of her muscles as she tries to keep moving with him. "And you- You were made for me."
The thought has crossed her mind, given their connection, and things she'd seen in her visions. Voices she's heard, her whole life. It all seems like she and Ben were destined to be in one-another's orbit. Maybe not as lovers, she chooses to believe that they came into that on their own, but as two halves of a whole. He's what she spent her whole life waiting for.