You're even better than what I had imagined! OhmyGod. I'm not going to be able to say two words to you again. This is...so A-M-A-Z-I-N-G-L-Y written! Shabd nahin hai tareef karne ke liye. I'm thinking Sarah shut up before you say something stupid.
I was in this completely different world while reading the fic and the way you've portrayed Rey, God his intensity it was actually a little scary! Everything, the Rey's jealousy, that desire, the NEED in fact to mark her as his own...I'm mind-blown by the way you've written and described all of it.
The quote. I love how you've used it, how you've connected it to the story. Until the end Kria fools Rey and you fool us into thinking that Rey is the one with all the power. I really dint see that end coming! Cunning!
It's like "Shikhaari khud yahan shikhaar ho gaya"
Especially cuz in the beginning, when he's observing her so stealthily, it really is like she's the prey.
My favorite parts (I loved every little bit of the fic, but these are just extremely beautifully written):
However it is the way his hand reaches up and fingers through her hair, pushing a few strands and tucking them behind her ear that finally does him in. That small act of intimacy seems to weigh the heaviest.
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It was her eyes that had first caught his attention. Eyes that had rebelled and stood out against the mask. Eyes that had always given her away against all the excuses and reasons. Her eyes that had always remained loyal to her heart, to him, that had always been his. He watches the way the same eyes widen. Watches how surprise is quickly followed by realisation and at last a sliver of fear. He feels his lips curve into an ugly sneer in response.
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So still, she's afraid if she so much as takes a breath, the world would catch on fire.
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There is never enough. He can't ever get enough of her. Then how could she? How could she give herself to someone else? Any part of her, even a small part of her? How could she when she knew that even when she gave her everything it was still never enough for him. That he was always left craving more. Didn't she know that? He wonders as he takes control of the kiss. Bruising, punishing, marking. He'd make sure she never forgets. Make sure she thinks of him the next time she smiles at someone. Of his lips on hers.
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His own personal reward. An acknowledgement that she may have been in another's arm but he's still the only one who knows what turns her on.
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He wonders what her voice had sounded like whispering in his ears. Was it dark and rich like melting chocolate, deep and heady rich like malt whiskey or soft and silk like forbidden promises?
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A voice he knows he's pulled from deep inside, it's the one she keeps hidden for those special times, times when words aren't enough, silence is overwhelming and emotions are far too much. Times when the search for release leaves all forms of civilities behind, all facades, all pretenses. Raw. Primal. Pure. Times she only experiences with him. Because she's his.
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