Kylo's satisfaction is impossibly thick. The rich, lavish darkness swells and breathes, delighting in its possession as it pours in to fill every last hollow space of Ronan's body until he's utterly, completely permeated. Engulfed and invaded. Filled to overflow.

This is no ocean.

Warm and viscous as amber yet to solidify, Kylo's outstretched mind hums with entirely obvious pleasure. There's nothing quite like the sensation of having the object of his desire— his obsession— held captive.

Does Ronan yield? Will he summon the will for one last futile struggle to reclaim mastery of his own subconscious mind, or choose to surrender it? There's a reward in store for him either way, if the wordless murmur dragging a promise down the length of his spine is to be believed...