A/N
If you do not want to envision Riddick and Hope very naked you should skip that chapter and just read the last paragraphs following the xxxxx
And a big thank you to Honey76; I would not dare write something like that without her help
IX.
The day had been a challenge for Riddick … he wasn't used to waiting to get what he wanted from Hope; on the ship she was always there for him and his craving for her. They didn't have a single second in private the whole day and although it's been only one day Riddick already hated the whole socializing thing.
To describe his mood as 'impatient' would have been the understatement of the century. Riddick was holding Hope's hand, yanking her along the way; she nearly had to run to keep up with his long strides. "Riddick, stop it. What are we running from?"
He didn't slow down, held her hand even a bit tighter. "Just move that beautiful ass of yours and I'll show you what we are running for." She still went way too slow for his taste and in a swift motion he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder.
Hope couldn't help but laugh; he never failed to surprise her. "Hey, cave man, there is nothing burning here, so what's that for?"
"I'm burning, babe, I'm burning." Riddick's voice rumbled deep in his chest; she could feel it in her tummy and her panties were ruined long before they had reached their new home.
Riddick had to smile at her caveman comment. She had called him that on more than one occasion. He was thankful … no, thrilled that she was able put up with him even when he got carried away sometimes and things got a little rough. With each woman he had been together he'd had to hold himself back; but not with her. After happening the first time he had rested his forehead on hers, still struggling to regain breath, had tried to apologize in his own way; he wanted anything but hurt her. "Babe, are you OK? Hurt much?" Instead she'd had a very content smile on her face when she'd answered him, nearly purring the words. "Do I look hurt?" she had whispered "I really like it when you let cave man out to play once in a while." And had turned beet red. He nearly chuckled. After all their lovemaking she still managed to turn red when she talked about it and she never lost a certain shyness he found downright adorable.
They had barely closed the door behind them when Hope already was missing half of her clothes. He couldn't even wait to get to the bedroom, he had to have her there and then.
He shoved her against the door, captured her hands and pinned them high above her head with one of his. He had removed his goggles and his silvery eyes burned into hers. "Do you know what it does to a man when he has to run around like that for a whole day?" His voice was even deeper than usual, unbelievably sexy, causing Hope to suck in a breath and lick her lips in anticipation. He rocked his hips against hers, let her feel his nearly painfully hard length. His thigh nudged her legs apart, his hot breath on her bare skin sent chills through her whole body. When his lips caught hers in a bruising kiss she already had turned into jelly in his hands, his thigh between her legs pressed against her clit, teased her and she rubbed her wet center completely shameless against him, craving for more.
He could feel her heat through the fabric of their trousers and if possible it aroused him even more. With his free hand he teased her already rock hard nipples, made her arch against him. He nibbled at her bottom lip but when she tried to deepen the kiss he pulled back.
With a frustrated moan she opened her eyes. "Riddick!"
He loved to tease her, loved to make her beg for more. He wouldn't admit it even to himself but it stroked his ego; big time. "Tell me what you want." he breathed in her ear, licking across the outer rim. "You have to tell me."
His free hand was fisted in her hair, forcing her to look into his face.
She needed a second for her answer. It still wasn't easy for her to talk about it and that bastard always coerced her into it. In a futile attempt she tried to wriggle out of his grip, free her hands … and caved in. "I want to touch you."
He loved the power he held over her; he knew so exactly how she would react, what it took to make her completely lose control, to break her restraint.
He shook his head, held her hands in an even tighter grip. "Nope, my turn. Do you want me to open your trousers?" his voice a husky, seductive whisper. He sucked at her pulse point knowing it would drive her crazy with need. Her "Yes, please" was hardly to catch between her moans when his hand slid down her belly to the waistband of her trousers, making the muscles of her tummy twitch under his feather light touch.
Slowly, very slowly he opened the buttons of her cargos, let each opened button follow a murmured annunciation what he intended do with her. And her reaction more than confirmed how much she was looking forward to it. He knew she was close and when he finally let his finger slide into her it didn't take long for her to come.
He didn't give her much time to come down though. He let his tongue run along her collarbone, kissed his way up to the tender spot right below her ear before whispering hoarsely "I want you to turn around, babe."
He didn't release her hands even now, just loosened his grip enough to let her turn. The cold wood felt good against the overheated skin of her face. She drew in a sharp breath when she suddenly felt his naked throbbing length pressed against her back, felt his hand circling her clit; she hadn't even noticed when he took off his own trousers. 'Finally!' Feeling his tongue between her shoulder blades was her undoing.
"Riddick, please, I want you inside of me. Now."
"Tell me to whom you belong." He rubbed himself against her, let her feel his arousal.
At that point Hope would have said anything to finally feel him inside her "You" she breathed out. "You."
"And don't you ever forget it." He lifted her up until she barely stood on her toes and drove all the way into her in one swift thrust … she was so wet and ready for him. 'Mine, all mine.' Without waiting for her body to adjust to his size he started a slow, seductive pace. He had finally released her hands and Hope had her palms pressed against the door. His hands on her hips controlled her movements, prevented her from meeting his strokes. "I told you that's my turn. Don't' move or I'll stop … and you don't want me to stop, babe, do you?"
Hope was short of crying; she was that aroused by now it nearly hurt and she would beg if he wanted her to. "No, please, don't stop." Her whole body was burning with need.
"Then behave."
And he loved her occasional complete surrendering to him knowing that she wouldn't surrender to anybody else than him.
He had pulled himself almost completely out of her when he had stopped his movements and thrust back in now with nearly brutal force. He increased his pace, savored her cries of pleasure until he felt her climax building up.
He let his tongue travel along her neck, sucked at the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder. The second he felt her walls clenching around him, hearing her scream out his name he buried his teeth into her shoulder, deeper than he did in the morning, marking her for everybody visible as his and finally finding his own release. She was his and he would make sure that neither she nor anybody else would ever forget.
Hope slowly came down from her orgasm. She would never have believed it but the sudden pain when Riddick bit into her shoulder and simultaneously feeling him come inside her had intensified an already overwhelming pleasure. Her knees were too weak to carry her and only Riddick's arms wrapped tight around her middle held her upright. She had her head on his shoulder, her eyes were closed and she was wallowing in the afterglow of what had been a mind shattering climax.
The way he carried her to their bedroom was completely in contrast to their previous fast and hard lovemaking. He held her like she was made of thin china, removed the rest of her clothes, slow and deliberate, kissed each centimeter of her body like he'd do it the first time and when he finally caught her lips in a tender and loving kiss she couldn't hold back anymore the words she had avoided for so long; they slipped out of her mouth before being aware of it, barely a whisper but he heard them nonetheless: "I love you, Riddick."
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He had kissed and tasted each centimeter of her body, had memorized her, devoured her, had made love to her the whole night; when she finally fell asleep both of them were totally exhausted.
Leaving her was the most difficult thing he ever had to do, especially knowing that her reaction to his leaving her again would make the wrath of Khan look like a child's anger. But he had to keep her safe at all costs.
He stood there in the shadow of the wall and watched her sleeping form. She was lying on her stomach, her hair fanned out behind her, her hand outstretched to the other side of the bed as if reaching out for him. He saw the angry red bite mark on her right shoulder. He wondered if she'd get the scar removed. And a scar she'd have; he had bitten her deep enough to make sure of that.
She had told him that she loved him. For the first time. He knew that she did but to hear it from her was something completely different. Maybe he should have told her too.
He wondered if she'd hate him as much as he hated himself for hurting her with his departure. How much her anger would overshadow her love for him. What it would take to get her pardon this time.
But she was his and he would be back and if necessary he would claim her as his again even if it would mean he'd have to kill half of the Furyan population.
He took a last look at her before closing the door behind him, wishing he hadn't when he saw the single tear that was slowly running down her face.
