Rey can feel the moment that he gives himself over fully, like the final string holding him back has been cut. Her hands slide up his back as he leans in, fingers pressing into muscle as she pulls him closer, closer.

His mind is more open like this and Rey gasps at the rush of emotion she feels from him, shaking her head a little and shushing him with quiet reassurance. It's alright; he's here now.

The thick press of his finger makes her gasp, rocking up against the weight of his palm. This is the most she's ever been pressed open and he can reach so much deeper, to spots she couldn't. It's like nothing she's ever felt and she nods, thighs trembling as she pulls her hand away to grip his arm instead, feeling the muscles there flex as he curls his finger in a way that makes her let out a startled yelp.

She can feel his desire for her, like a fire out of control, and it only stokes her own need. Being wanted like this prods at some deep-seated ball of worry in her chest, her last shred of fear over being alone, and burns it away. She's free of it as long as she's here, with him. And she'll have to be, because he's a part of her.

At one time he wanted her to rule at his side, but this is how they were meant to be. Just them, just this. Now, she'll always be at his side. I'll never leave you.