His lips were soft, and he let her lead the kiss. Butterflies, she had butterflies dancing in her belly. You've fucked hundreds of men, what is wrong with you? She screamed at herself. Then that voice, that stupid voice piped up. But none of them were him, you never wanted them like you want him. Kyra pulled back from the kiss and wanted to search his face, but though she could see his eyes, she couldn't read them.
"I want to see you Riddick" She whispered. Kyra knew lights bothered him, the shine job was a boon and a curse that way. But she had never found a doctor to do the shine job for her. Riddick's hand moved and pressed on a small panel just to the side of the door and a dim gray light flicked on across the room. It wasn't much, but she was able to see after a moment. Shoulda kept the lights off Kyra. She cursed herself. At least with the lights off it could be a dream. She could put it all away and never think about it again if it went wrong. But seeing him made it real, made her desire real and all the bravado of a moment ago fled her.
Panic filled her, settling into her hazel eyes making them the same eyes Riddick had seen back on Tartarus as one of the Hell beasts tried to get at her through the bones of some great animal. Riddick let her down gently. His hands settling on her hips. "Kyra…" It was his turn to have a strained voice, she couldn't place it, but the tone was more than just sexual frustration, she knew that much. Then he was stepping back from her, his head down, hands curled into fists at his side.
"Go." Now Kyra's head was really spinning.
"What do you mean go?" There was that edge to her voice. "You got yourself sent to Crematoria, risked death and worse to bust my ass out of the slam, and now you want me to go?" She advanced on him, shoving him. "You are the most…infuriating man I've met Riddick."
Riddick watched her fury rise, his own was boiling somewhere in the back of his head along with other thoughts. She was soft, not like other women he had lain with who were scrawny because of drugs or lack of eating. No, Kyra was feline, grace and muscle with claws and teeth all her own. He wanted her. Nearly losing her had reinforced that he cared for her but now…now he was going to have to protect her from his own worst intentions. That's when he felt her hands hit his chest and her words registered with him. He grabbed her wrists, spun her around and pulled her into his chest.
"Do you know what I am Kyra?"
"A murderer, a convict, a coward." She spat, twisting her shoulders until he squeezed her tighter, effectively halting her movements.
"I am a man, who has spent the last six years without a woman, running from every half-wit merc who came after me." He said against her hair. "I am a man who has been searching for you, thinking of you like you were still Jack, the little kid who shaved her head and made her own goggles to look like me. Then I find you, all grown up and suddenly the thoughts in my head aren't very family oriented." He took both of her wrists in one of his hands and used the other to move her hair from her throat, trailing his lips across the juncture of neck and shoulder. "I am not kind, I am not gentle. Never have been, my life didn't allow for that. So, when I say go, it isn't for me. It's to protect you."
"I'm not a little kid anymore Riddick. I haven't been that in a long time." Kyra said, her voice soft, almost mournful. "If you really want to protect me, then stand by me. Don't abandon me again. I can hold my own, I can watch your back."
"Even in the dark?" He teased.
"Find me a doctor, I've got the Menthol Kools." She shot back. Riddick chuckled the low rumble of it reverberated in her chest. He bit her, not hard enough to mark or cause real pain, but enough to see how she would react. Her breath hitched and he could feel the slight wobble in her knees. He didn't let go of her wrists as his free hand began to explore. Tracing the line of her ribs, her hips, her stomach. Teasing the edge of her pants. Kyra leaned more against him, arching herself so that he could explore her more easily. Her lower lip caught between her teeth as he sucked and nipped at her throat.
He spun her around and picked her up, walking them to the bed. He pinned her hands above her head, straddling her hips and watching her. "Point of no return Kyra." Last chance, after this, neither one of us is going back to the way things were. He thought to himself.
"I think we're beyond the point of no return." Kyra replied, her voice thick. Riddick slid one of his knives out and put the tip of it just under her collar and slid it down, splitting the top she was wearing to her navel. The feel of the cold steel on her skin made her shiver and things lower down tighten.