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I had finally fallen asleep, but only for a short while. It felt as if I had only closed my eyes for fifteen minutes before the world around me called me back. The soft rustle of the night, the distant hum of the city, and the faint ticking of the clock on the wall all conspired to pull me from the depths of slumber. I blinked awake, my gaze wandering to the ceiling above, where shadows danced in the dim light, creating a tapestry of shapes that seemed to shift and sway.

"Why are you awake?" Vader's voice sliced through the silence, pulling me from my thoughts like a knife through silk. I turned my head, resting it against the pillow, and saw him leaning against the headboard, a book in his hands.

I furrowed my brows, "I could ask you the same thing." My eyes darted to the book, though its title remained unknown to me, hidden by the angle at which he held it. The sight of him reading was unexpected; it was a rare glimpse of a side of him I had never seen before. "Since when do you read?"

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in his dark eyes. "Since always."

I shifted slightly, propping myself up on one elbow, curiosity piqued. "What are you reading?" I asked, my voice a low whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile atmosphere around us.

He glanced down at the pages, his fingers tracing the lines as if they held some hidden wisdom. "Poetry," He said before shooting me a quick glare, "If you laugh, I will not hesitate to throw you off the roof of this temple."

I propped myself up, settling beside him with my back against the headboard, mimicking his posture. "I promise I am not going to laugh," I said, reaching for the book. He released it slowly, allowing me to take it into my hands. "But I will admit, I never pictured you as someone who enjoyed poetry." My eyes drifted over the words he had been reading: As I wander through the remnants of our time, I find solace in the bittersweet ache of remembrance. The world feels dimmer without your light, yet in the silence, I hear your voice, a gentle reminder that love, though it may wane, never truly disappears. It transforms, becoming a part of the very fabric of my being, a haunting melody that plays on repeat, urging me to cherish what was, even as I learn to navigate the void you left behind.

"Neither did I," he replied with a sigh. "This book belonged to my mother. She gave it to me the last time I saw her alive. I pick it up from time to time; it brings me peace in times I feel stressed."

I smiled, "It's a reminder that even in darkness, there can be beauty." I echoed the exact words I've heard Shmi say time and time again. That woman loved poetry, she even wrote it, unfortunately I don't know where that book went.

Vader remained silent, and the heaviness of the silence made me question his presence. I turned to face him, curiosity gnawing at me. When our gazes finally met, his eyes pierced through me, delving deep into my soul. "And in the midst of beauty, there is darkness," he recited. For a moment, his gaze flickered to my lips, as if contemplating something far beyond the moment.

Even in darkness, there is beauty: Me, my beginnings, the path that has defined me. I found a certain beauty in a life I once thought was meant only for darkness.

And in beauty, there is darkness: Him. A true embodiment of beauty, his presence surpassing simple looks. Each aspect of him radiated a charm, making him beautiful in ways that words could hardly express. Yet, he holds a depth of darkness that few could truly comprehend.

"You want me to kiss you, don't you?" he asked, tilting his head slightly as he observed my reaction. "It's what you've been asking for—my lips on yours, my hands leading you, helping you discover how to embrace yourself. To empower you to take ownership of your own body."

A lump rose in my throat, and I struggled to find the words as I wrestled with my thoughts. It was undeniably what I desired, yet the unexpectedness of the moment rendered me speechless, leaving me in a state of bewilderment.

"Maybe you're ready," He inched closer, his breath warm against my skin, his lips nearly brushing mine. My heart raced, pounding in my chest like a wild drum. "But If I go through with this," he murmured, his voice low and intense, "there's one thing I need you to promise me. This is for both our pleasures, but nothing more. So don't even think about falling for me." The firmness in his tone was almost menacing, a warning wrapped in concern. "I care for you deeply, and the thought of losing you would hurt me, very much. But don't mistake that for love; I do not love you." He shook his head, and I felt a sting at his words, a pang that I couldn't quite place. It wasn't love I felt for him—at least, I didn't think so. Truth be told, I was still trying to understand what love truly meant. I've never experienced it before, it's a foreign concept in my heart, "It's nothing against you; I simply lost the capacity to love a long time ago." He cupped my face, gently pulling our faces even closer, I could feel his lips, but not the pressure of them just yet. "If you can promise me that, then I'll give you everything you've been asking for, right now."

"Is this how you treat all the girls?" I asked, a trace of jealousy slipping into my voice as I thought about the many others who had likely been in this position before me.

He chuckled softly and shook his head. "No, I don't care about their feelings. But yours matter to me. I don't want you to end up disappointed." That's sweet, I guess. "So, is that a promise?"

I took a deep breath, pondering whether I could genuinely make such a commitment. After all, it was just a crush, one that would eventually fade. Knowing that nothing significant would come from this made it easier to accept. This was simply a physical connection, a way to be comfortable with myself again, and I would view it as a journey of self-discovery.

Everything should be fine.

With a determined nod, I said, "I promise."

In a heartbeat, he closed the gap between us, his lips crashing against mine with a passion that took my breath away. The world around us faded into a blur, leaving only the intoxicating heat of his body pressed against mine. His kisses were frantic, filled with an urgency that sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire deep within me. I could feel his hands roaming over my clothes, exploring the contours of my body, tugging at my shirt as if he were desperate to uncover what lay beneath.

Smut. No this ain't random they've been heading this way for manyyyy chapters now, and them being in the same bed... welllll it was gonna happen.

As I rewrote this smut since it belonged in the previous book, I changed a lot of the wording. I'm a couple years older than when I previously wrote it and therefore my smut has matured? Idk but when I reread all the vulgar words and intense descriptions... it just made me cringe very hard and had to change it to fit my own comfort better. I hope the change is to everyone's liking.

"Take it off," he commanded, his voice low and husky, as he stepped back to stand at the edge of the bed. His gaze roamed over my body, a mix of hunger and intent that made my heart race. I felt exposed under his stare, yet exhilarated, as if he could see every part of me that I had kept hidden.

Once I did as he asked, he seized my hips, drawing me back to him with a firm yet gentle grip, his touch igniting every nerve ending in my body. "Rule number one," he murmured, peeling off his shirt and tossing it aside with a casual flick of his wrist. The sight of his bare skin, the muscles rippling beneath the surface, made my breath hitch in my throat. He was a vision of raw masculinity, and I felt a rush of heat flood my cheeks.

"Boundaries," he continued, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. "Don't hesitate to tell me no. If it hurts, if you're uncomfortable, or if you simply don't like it—say so." His promise of respect and understanding made me feel safe.

I nodded, my voice momentarily lost in the whirlwind of emotions swirling around us. The weight of his gaze was both thrilling and grounding, reminding me that this was a shared experience, one where my feelings mattered just as much as his. As he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin, I felt a rush of anticipation mixed with a hint of nervousness. This was uncharted territory, but with him, I felt ready to explore.

"Don't worry," he whispered, his fingers gently caressing my cheek before gliding down my neck and across my chest. "I promise to be gentle, just this once." His eyes held mine with a blend of intensity and softness as he started to take off his pants. I found myself entranced by the beauty of his face, a stark contrast to the situation at hand. But when he finally let his pants drop, exposing himself fully, my breath caught in my throat.

He was long and thick; likely around eight inches in size, with noticeable veins running along its surface. "Wow," I whispered, which elicited a pleased smile from him.

He leaned in closer, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Just this once," he repeated, gently nudging me back onto the bed. I slid down until my back met the headboard with a soft thud. He climbed onto the mattress, his fingers gripping the waistband of my underwear, pulling it down swiftly before tossing it aside. With a deliberate motion, he parted my legs, his gaze lingering as he licked his lips in anticipation. "But after this," he lowered his face between my thighs, his warm breath sending shivers through me, "I'll share with you all the things I truly enjoy." A playful glint sparkled in his eyes as he moved closer, eventually he buried his face in my thighs and wrapped his lips around me, sucking softly.

I gasped softly, tilting my head back against the headboard, my hips instinctively rising to meet him. The pleasure coursed through me like a tidal wave, each stroke of his tongue igniting a fire within, leaving me breathless and quivering. My fingers tangled in his hair, a gentle tug urging him closer.

When he finally withdrew, I glanced down, a whimper escaping my lips at the sudden absence. He met my gaze with a teasing smirk, his voice low and sultry, "I only wanted a taste, but I don't want wait anymore." I gazed at him, captivated, as he propped himself up and grasped my hips, drawing me closer until he settled himself between my legs. "You have no idea how often I've imagined this," he breathed, his breath warm against my skin as he pressed the tip of himself against my entrance.

In one fluid motion, he descended, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss as he pushed himself into me. Our mouths broke apart, and a cry escaped me, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure as he slowly went all the way in, leaving me dizzy. He let out a low groan, burying himself completely inside me.

It was unlike anything I had ever experienced, as I engaged in this act with a true sense of enjoyment. For the first time, I made the decision to take part, and it overwhelmed me with excitement and empowerment.

In this moment, I took back ownership of my body, feeling as if it truly belonged to me again.

"Just tell me if you need me to stop," he mumbled softly in my ear, and I nodded, my heart racing.

He started to withdraw slowly, then pushed back in with a steady rhythm, allowing me to get used to him. "Oh god," I gasped, a wave of pleasure washing over me as he pressed deeper, prompting him to halt momentarily.

Raising himself up, he locked his gaze onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "No, there's no god here," he declared, his voice low and commanding. "It's just you and me, and you will say my name when I make you feel good." With a growl, he quickened his movements, his eyes fixed on mine, a fierce determination in his expression. "Do you understand?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he drove into me with increasing passion. He leaned down, his lips grazing my neck, sending jolts of electricity through me.

"I understand," I gasped in pleasure, my voice a breathless whisper as I clung to him, my fingers digging into his back. A low groan escaped his lips, and he responded with a rhythm that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through me.

With a primal growl, he lifted his head, breaking the connection of our lips, and withdrew from me, leaving me yearning for more, "Get on your hands and knees," he commanded, and without hesitation, I obeyed, surrendering to his will.

As I settled onto the cool surface beneath me, I felt his strong hands grasp my hips, pulling me closer. The sensation of him filling me was intoxicating, and I tilted my head back, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

Every heartbeat, every breath, was a celebration of the pleasure we shared, and I reveled in each exquisite second. The intensity of his hold on my hips sent shivers down my spine as he began to move, each thrust deep and deliberate.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"Yes," I breathed, the pleasure overwhelming.

"Is it everything you wanted?" His hand found my neck, lifting me slightly, forcing my back to arch as his lips brushed against my ear, the rhythm of his movements never faltering.

"Yes," I gasped, lost in the moment.

He leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against my ear. "I told you, this is one of life's greatest pleasures." With renewed intensity, he quickened his pace, his fingers tracing enticing circles on my clit. "Enjoy it."

"Oh my—please, go faster," I begged, urgency tinging my voice. He responded with an unyielding rhythm, thrusting deeper while his hand continued its overwhelming movements. A powerful wave of pleasure surged within me, a feeling I had only ever experienced alone. I could feel the edge of ecstasy drawing near. "I'm going to—" I gasped, the words escaping me in a breathless cry of ecstasy.

"Cum for me, scream; I want everyone to hear you." His words whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending a delightful shiver down my spine.

I leaned back against him, my head nestled against his chest. A cry slipped from my lips as waves of pleasure came over me, each one more intense than the previous. It was the most intense climax I had ever experienced, a moment of pure ecstasy that became etched in my memory as one of the greatest moments of my life.

I couldn't believe we were here, doing this. It felt surreal.

His thrusts began to slow down, "Fuck you did so good, now come here and put it in your mouth." He pulled himself out of me and stood up. I got on the floor in front of him and grabbed him, instantly putting it in my mouth and tasting myself. He gripped my hair and shoved himself into my mouth deeper, "You're doing amazing." I continued to rub my lips up and down his length in a quick motion, my tongue lapping over every inch and feeling the ridges of his veins. I felt him throb and twitch in my mouth, "Fuck." He whimpered and then moaned louder than before as I felt him throb harder; his hot cum released and shot into the back of my throat. I did as he requested and took it all in, swallowing what I could and licking the tip clean. He trembled slightly when I took one last suck onto his tip. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up gently to meet my eyes, "Did you enjoy that?" He asked softly as he trailed his thumb along my lips and wiped any excess cum.

I nodded with a smile, "I loved it."

He returned my smile, his fingertips gliding down to tease my chest. "Good," he murmured, his voice low and sultry, "because I'm far from finished with you tonight." His hand enveloped my breast, his gaze filled with a hunger that made my heart race and my knees tremble. "I'm not lying when I tell you that was the best sex I've ever had," he declared, and a swell of pride surged within me. He grasped my neck gently, compelling me to meet his intense stare, a thrill coursing through my veins. "I need more of you." With that, he leaned in, his soft lips brushing against mine.

Honest thoughts?