“From you? Yes.” It’s a simple statement, but one that she will adhere to firmly. She wants Ben so badly that it’s like a physical ache, but more than that, she respects him. She loves him.

She will never let herself be another person who takes from Ben Solo without asking.

“Are you giving it to me?” She asks breathlessly, lifting herself from his chest to shuffle forward enough that his chin nudges against her, rough with morning stubble. The drag of it makes her gasp, and the bond sends a zip of sensation up her spine, warm and comforting.

Her hand drops to touch his face, cupping his cheek and sliding her fingers into his hair, holding onto it with a tender possessiveness. The urge to use that grip to pull his face against her cunt is nearly overwhelming, but she swallows hard and makes herself stay still, thighs trembling on either side of his head as she waits for his answer.