[ he kisses back in his usual way — always too hard, too much — but right now "too hard" doesn't feel like enough. when he bites at her lip (another one of his ~usual moves~), he bites too hard. he can taste blood like copper in his mouth as soon as he does, but it doesn't stop him. he lets the red mix in with their spit.

you know what he's into now? murder talk. thinking about doing a murder for rey is The Good Shit. it's prepping him for round two. the thought of doing something for rey, proving himself and showing that he could protect her ... it gives him a rush like he just did a hit of the good spice. (speaking of, when he breaks the kiss, his face finds its way back to her neck to take in the undiluted scent from her mating gland. mix the blood from her lip with the blood from her neck. it's all the same blood, it's fine.

she didn't ask for it but here's some Pillow Talk.]

You know what I'm gonna do? [ he breathes the words against her neck. ] I'm gonna find him. I'm gonna find Kylo Ren, and I'm going to kill him. Because he left you. He treated you like nothing, and you're not. You're too good for him. You're mine. Nobody's ever gonna hurt you like that again. I'm gonna tear him apart.

[ he's not even envision using a blaster. he's like yeah i'm just dead ass gonna tear him apart with my bare hands watch me yeet. ]