They move to something beyond words after that, with Rey clutching at him and gasping at each deep thrust. It feels like he's taking her apart piece by piece, like she's unraveling beneath him, but she isn't afraid. Of all the things to be afraid of, he isn't one of them anymore.

Distantly, she's aware that this is something otherwordly, something exclusive to them and the rarity of their bond. It isn't just their bodies connecting but their minds, flayed wide open for each other to see. Their hearts, broken many times over and hastily stitched back together, beat in tandem.

His pleasure is her pleasure, and she cries out as she feels it all-- a throbbing between her legs and somewhere deep in her belly. She can't even tell what's hers and what's his, not anymore. Ben's hips roll in such a way that she can't help but to whimper, trembling all over as she cups his face in both hands and stares up at him in awe, lips parted as she takes ragged breaths.