Kylo is, predictably, furious. Being snatched away at the very edge of bliss would be more than enough in itself— he aches with the sudden loss of Ronan's patient ministrations— but it's her decision to override his autonomy that has his breath hissing past his teeth. He rediscovers himself in Rey's sumptuous suite, the trembling sprawl of his abruptly untouched body spread out beside hers. He's been stolen. And as angry as he is at having been taken against his will right in front of his chosen one, it's a deeper fury that has him twisting and lunging in a clumsy effort to pin her down.

He hates this wild thrill of pleasure that comes only from being so dangerously, desperately desired.