He has him. With each hard-earned inch, Kylo possesses him, owns him, contains and penetrates him, utterly saturating Ronan's senses. He won't leave room for anything else.

"Tell me," Kylo commands, his breathless voice somehow sharp and rough at the same time as it hisses by his ear. His pulse slams, shuddering through them both. "Tell me, Ronan. Tell me what you want."