A/N: Okay, this is a lemon chapter. If you don't feel comfortable reading, feel free to skip ahead. You're not missing anything important. Other than that, hope you enjoy.

Chapter 10

Later that night, Arianna was in my room with me. We were talking for a while. She seemed chattier tonight than any other time, if that was possible. I lay back on my bed and looked at the ceiling while she sat with her legs crossed in a chair next to the bathroom. Arianna was infamous for going off on tangents, which is exactly what she was doing now. I would drift in and out of the conversation. Then she asked me a question that immediately caught my attention, "So, what's up with you and Riddick? You two seem kinda close now." I looked at her. Did she see us that time? Impossible, she was in cryo.

"Umm… kinda…" I had no idea what to tell her.

"Are you gonna have sex with him?"

What the hell? What kind of question was that? "Uh… no… I'm not really…" I trailed off.

"I would," she gave me the biggest smile. "I can't wait to try it out. But I don't really know what type of man I like. Riddick, though…" she got quiet and bit her lower lip. I was amazed that something or someone was capable of making her lose her train of thought and stopped her from speaking. The man worked all types of wonders. I laughed at her sudden loss for words; she woke from her daze.

"Maybe you should get with him then," I joked with her. She smiled.

"Nah, that's all you. I wouldn't mind some one like him though."

"Good luck with that. I doubt you find one though."

"One can only hope, right?"

"Yeah." She stood up and headed for the door. "You done for the day?" She nodded.

"Yup. Plus you look like hell. You need to get some sleep, Jaz. Rest easy tonight."

"If only." Arianna closed the door behind her. I lie on my bed and let the sleep take me over. I hadn't realized how tired I was, not physically, but mentally I was severely fatigued. My mind was too focused on resting for me to dream that night.

A few hours later I woke up when I heard the door close. I sat up in my bed and looked around the dark room. There was only a little light coming from the moon through the window. In the other corner, I knew it was him standing there. "What took you so long?" I joked.

"I didn't know you were expectin' me." He came toward my bed. He leaned down and kissed me. "Sorry to keep you waitin'."

"Just don't do it again."

"So you think you're tough now." I smiled.

"Something like that."

"Show me." He pulled me up into his arms; I kissed him. "Not bad." He started to unfasten my pants. Next thing I knew, they were off and across the room. "Tonight," he said in my ear. I looked at him. What the hell? Like I said, I got nothing to lose. I nodded to give him my consent. "Now that I have the green light," he smirked at me; I bit my lower lip wondering what he was thinking or planning. Riddick slid my shirt from off of me. When I was completely naked, he ran his hands up the sides of my torso. "Smooth skin…" His hand moved up to my hair and took out my clip, and then he ran his hand through, "Silky hair…" He brought my head toward his and kissed me, "Soft lips…" He looked into my eyes, "Beautiful eyes… Sexy."

"You're so talkative tonight, Riddick." He shrugged and continued caressing me.

"I'm just admiring my virgin before I take her innocence. You're all mine after tonight."

"Says who?"

"What did you think I was keeping you around for? Your company?" he laughed. His mood seamed to change, "Don't worry. You'll be all right. Promise." I looked at him. I started to reconsider this whole thing. "You'll be addicted to me anyway. You won't want to leave."

"You seem so sure of yourself."

"That's because I know for sure. Women love me and men wanna kill or make cash off me."

"I might be different."

"Yeah, I'll keep you around and do things to you no one else ever can." I gave him a skeptical look. He was one cocky bastard. "Enough talk," he flipped me onto my back. Riddick took off all of his clothes and discarded them onto the floor. "Relax." He kissed me while he slid a hand down to my center. Riddick slid one finger inside of me. My legs snapped shut on their own accord. He emitted a low growl, which confused me. "I guess I have to start another way." He slid his body down and replaced his fingers with his tongue. It was like back on Lineia; only this time it was a lot better. I was practically screaming from the sensation. I felt the pressure build in my stomach when he slid two fingers inside and curled them. I squirmed from his touch. I lay back panting and screaming and moaning. The pressure went away and I felt relaxed.

He started to kiss up my stomach and stopped at each of my breast. He bit and sucked on each. I looked down at him and saw small reddish-purple marks on my chest. Riddick continued going up. He stopped at the side of my neck for a while; he sucked on the nape of my neck. I wrapped my arms around him to hold him to me. He moved up to my mouth and kissed me. His tongue aggressively moved around in my mouth. I could feel something hard pressing into my center. Then it clicked what this sex thing was about, and I didn't want that in me. "I can't," I whispered with hesitation.

"You can. Do you trust me?" I had to think about that for a second. Earlier I would have said yes, but I'm not sure now.

"Yes," the words came out on their own accord. I didn't realize what I'd said until I heard the words myself.

"This is gonna hurt at first." Panic covered my face. I tried to wiggle away, but to no avail. A sharp pain shot through me. My mouth opened, but no noise came out. I felt too afraid to move. Riddick stayed still, too. He laid his head next to mine. I heard him make a few grunt noises. Tears fell down my face; I closed my eyes. My body started to go numb under the weight of his body.

Riddick started to move. I could feel him go deeper inside of me. I winced from the pain, but he was enjoying this. His movements were slow, but gradually began to speed up. I bit down on his shoulder, the moment I did, he thrust into me harder. I gave a muffled yelp and clawed his back. He moved his hands down and parted my legs wider. Riddick buried himself deeper inside. He hit a spot and it felt good. I wrapped my legs around him; he picked up the pace. I clung to him for dear life. I let go of his shoulder and screamed. "Say my name," he commanded. I was confused. "Say it."

"Riddick," I whispered in his ear.

"Louder."

"Riddick!" I did as he said, even though I had no idea why he wanted me to. His thrusts were harder and deeper. I felt the pressure building again. I started to chant his name; it seemed to encourage him. Time continued to pass and then I found my release, but Riddick kept going. I moaned and clawed his back and yelled his name. Soon I assumed he reached his limit. I felt a pooling wetness between my legs.

"Get up," he ordered.

"Why?"

"'Cause you're covered in blood and cum." He gently pulled off of the bed me and toward the bathroom. Riddick turned on the shower while I waited with my arms crossed against my chest by the door. "Come here."

I stayed where I was, partly because I was tired and partly because I just didn't want to. "I'm about to go back to bed." He looked at me.

"You're the one who doesn't wanna get pregnant. I'm tryna help you out." He pulled me over toward him. Riddick stepped backward into the warm water. "I own you now." He wrapped his arms around me. "I can never let you go." Riddick sounded sincere, but it made me feel uneasy. What was I getting myself into?