"Enough talking. You think too much, Ty-lar."
I struggle against the invisible bonds, but it's like being encased in concrete. "This is exactly what I'm talking about! Normal relationships don't involve Force-choking or wall-pinning!"
Her gaze shifts, darting over to the pathetic excuse for a cot in the corner of the room. Something primal and hungry flashes across her features, making my heart stutter in my chest.
"I said enough," she repeats, her free hand moving to the clasps of her damp undergarments.
My mouth goes dry as she unfastens them with deliberate slowness, the fabric peeling away from her crimson skin. My eyes remain fixed on her as if they have a will of their own.
With a casual flick of her wrist, I feel a strange tugging at my clothes. My shirt goes over my head, moved by invisible fingers. My belt unbuckles itself, and my pants begin sliding down my legs.
"Wait, wait!" I protest, heat rushing to my face. "You can't just…"
"I can," she interrupts, stepping out of the last of her garments. She stands before me utterly naked, magnificent and terrifying in equal measure. "And I will."
The rest of my clothing follows suit, leaving me exposed and vulnerable against the wall.
With a graceful gesture of her hand, my body lifts from the wall. The invisible force carries me through the air, my limbs floating helplessly as she guides me toward the small cot. My heart pounds against my ribs like it's trying to escape.
"I've waited for this moment far too long, Ty-lar," she purrs, her voice like velvet wrapped around steel.
I land on my back with surprising gentleness, the thin mattress creaking beneath my weight. Before I can respond, my arms stretch above my head, pinned there by her unseen power. I test the bonds briefly—nothing. I'm completely at her mercy.
'And weirdly, I'm... okay with this.'
She approaches like a lioness, crimson skin glowing in the dim light. My breath catches as she climbs onto the cot, her powerful thighs straddling my hips. The weight of her settling onto me sends electric pulses through my entire body.
"Vaelinx..." I stammer.
"Shh," she whispers, placing one finger against my lips.
I nod, unable to look away from her. In this moment, with her towering above me, she's transcendent, fierce, powerful, and more beautiful than any woman I've ever encountered across two lifetimes. The yellow flecks beneath the red in her eyes seem to burn with passion as she positions herself.
When she takes me inside her, the sensation is overwhelming. I cry out, a strangled moan escaping before I can stop it. She's hot, wet, perfect, enveloping me completely in one fluid motion.
"Fuck." I gasp.
Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she begins to move, setting a rhythm that has me arching upward despite my restraints. My head falls back against the thin pillow, eyes fluttering closed as pleasure rockets through me.
"Look at me," she commands, and my eyes snap open immediately. Something in her voice brooks no argument. "I want to see your face as I take what's mine."
Mine. The word echoes in my head, sending a thrill through me that's equal parts terror and exhilaration. I've never been claimed like this before, never been wanted with such fierce intensity.
"Yes," I whisper.
Her pace quickens, her hands splayed across my chest for leverage. I strain against the invisible bonds, desperate to touch her, to run my hands along her curves, but the Force holds me firmly in place.
She leans down without warning, her lips crashing into mine with ferocious hunger. Our mouths lock together as her hips work with increasingly wild abandon. What started as controlled, deliberate movements transforms into something primal and desperate. Each rise and fall more frenzied than the last. Her breasts bounce against my chest as she rides me with unrestrained fervor, her skin sliding slick against mine.
I moan into her mouth, the sound swallowed by her passionate kiss. Our tongues battle for dominance, a fight I'm gladly losing. Her movements grow more chaotic, more urgent with each passing second. The cot beneath us creaks dangerously, threatening to collapse under the intensity of her passion.
"Vaelinx," I gasp when she briefly breaks the kiss, her name a prayer on my lips before she devours my mouth again.
The invisible restraints around my wrists suddenly vanish. My hands, now free, immediately find their home on her hips, fingers digging into the crimson flesh as I help guide her frantic pace. She growls into my mouth, a sound of approval that vibrates through my entire being.
Between our frantic kisses, she pulls back just enough to lock eyes with me.
"I love you," she whispers against my lips.
Something in her voice sends a chill down my spine, even as heat pulses through my body. Before I can process it, she's kissing me again, her hips never slowing their relentless pace.
"I love you," she repeats, louder this time, breaking the kiss to arch her back.
My hands tighten on her hips as I thrust upward to meet her. The words keep coming, punctuating each rise and fall of her body.
"I love you, Ty-lar." Her voice grows more desperate, more unhinged with each declaration. "I love you! I love you! I LOVE YOU!"
There's something terrifying in her repetition, in the way her eyes seem to glow brighter with each profession. It's not the gentle whisper of new lovers but a possessive, almost manic chant that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
Yet somehow, the intensity of it sends fire racing through my veins. I'm caught between wanting to run away and wanting to drown in her obsession.
"I've always loved you," she gasps, her movements becoming erratic. "Always will. Always. ALWAYS."
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, drawing pinpricks of pain that only heighten the pleasure. I can feel her tightening around me, her inner muscles clenching as she builds toward release.
Her head snaps back, crimson throat exposed as her entire body goes rigid. "I LOVE YOU!" she screams, convulsing around me as waves of pleasure crash through her.
The sight of her climaxing, combined with her rhythmic pulsing around me, pushes me right to the edge. Her ecstasy is beautiful and terrifying all at once, raw power barely contained in mortal form.
My body surrenders completely to hers. The tension that's been building explodes through me like a supernova, and I'm pouring myself into her deepest core. My hips bucking upward with each wave of release.
"Yes," she hisses, her eyes blazing as she crashes her mouth against mine.
Our lips fuse together, her tongue invading as I continue to empty myself inside her. She drinks in my moans like they're sustenance, her body milking every last drop from me with rhythmic contractions. The kiss is savage and possessive, claiming not just my body but something deeper.
When she finally breaks away, I'm gasping for air. Her lips are curved in a triumphant smile.
She collapses against my chest, her weight pressing me into the thin mattress. Our bodies remain joined, aftershocks still rippling between us. Her breath comes in hot pants against my neck, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my sweat-slicked skin.
"I meant it," she murmurs after several minutes of silence. "Everything I said."
A chill runs down my spine despite the heat of her body.
"I know you did," I reply, my voice hoarse.
She shifts, propping herself up on one elbow to look down at me. Her features have softened somewhat, but that predatory gleam never fully leaves her eyes.
"You're afraid," she observes, not a question but a statement of fact.
"Of course not," I lie.
Her eyes narrow. She trails one crimson finger down my chest, leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake.
"Then why didn't you say it back?" she asks, her voice dangerously soft. Her nail digs slightly into my skin, not enough to break it, but enough to remind me of the power she wields so effortlessly.
I swallow hard, my mind racing for an answer that won't enrage her.
"I... it caught me off guard," I manage, trying to hold her gaze. "This is all happening so fast."
She chuckles, the sound low and throaty. "Fast? I've waited years for you, Ty-lar. There's nothing fast about this."
Her hand slides lower, fingers wrapping around my spent member with surprising gentleness. Despite my exhaustion, I feel myself responding to her touch, blood rushing back with embarrassing eagerness.
"Your body doesn't seem confused," she purrs, stroking me back to hardness. "It knows exactly what it wants."
"My body and mind aren't always in agreement," I manage to say, though it's increasingly difficult to form coherent thoughts with her skilled fingers working their magic. "Look, this is all... overwhelming. I literally just met you, Vaelinx. I don't have the benefit of whatever visions or premonitions you've had about us."
Her hand freezes mid-stroke, and the temperature in the room seems to drop several degrees. Her yellow-flecked eyes narrow dangerously, crimson features hardening into something that makes my survival instincts scream. The Force ripples around us like heat waves off desert sand.
"Then trust me," she hisses, her face inches from mine. "You love me. You will love me. It's written in the stars, in the Force itself." Her free hand grips my jaw, forcing me to maintain eye contact. "I've seen it. I've felt it. I know it as surely as I know my own name."
What can I possibly say to that? I'm pinned beneath a naked Sith woman who could snap my neck with a thought, who's just claimed to have seen our future together in Force visions. My Earth-brain is screaming that this is textbook red flag behavior, but my Star Wars-brain is reminding me that arguing with space wizards rarely ends well for non-Force users.
Besides, there's something in her eyes beyond the powerful gleam, a flash of vulnerability, of need so raw it makes my chest ache. Whatever she's seen, whatever she believes, it's absolutely real to her.
"Alright then," I say softly, surrendering to whatever cosmic joke the universe is playing on me. "I love you."
The words hang in the air between us, and for a moment, I expect her to call my bluff. Instead, her features transform, softening into something almost heartbreakingly beautiful. The dangerous edge doesn't disappear entirely, but it's tempered by a joy so profound it takes my breath away.
'Jesus Christ. I'm fucked.'
"Say it again," she commands, though her voice has lost its razor edge.
I reach up, cupping her face in my hands. "I love you, Vaelinx."
'I wonder how long these words will be a lie?'