It still surprises him, to hear her say the word ‘please’. It’s only natural that Lillith is only polite to him when she desperately wants something. Luckily enough for her, Kylo wants it just as badly. And it’s a complete lie to say that hearing that one word, that one name – daddy – isn’t turning him on so badly that it hurts.
And so he strips off only what he needs to, his hands a little clumsy in his desperation. He wouldn’t dare strip down completely, like Lillith has. No, that’s far too intimate. Makes him far too vulnerable.
“Haven’t I already told you?” he smirks, and it’s dark “You’re mine.”
He slips his hand down, to her thigh, and drags his nails down it possessively. He’s pleased with the red marks he leaves behind – not enough to bleed, but enough to make sure she remembers him.
