!!WARNING!!
Strong Erotic Content. Viewer Discretion has been advised.

::His Perspective::

Kissing the soft, silky surface of her neck, her skin reacting to my caress, Goosebumps appearing along her flesh. I listen to her breathing, fast and shallow. God I love how her body responds to me. As though she's fighting herself, always battling her primal urges whenever I'm close to her. I hate to say it, but I can sense a darkness in her akin to my own. It feels safe, welcoming and familiar. An attraction that needs no words. I can feel it urging me closer, calling to me, beckoning me into its deadly embrace. A sensation of being connected on an instinctive level, a realm of understanding that calls to the beast within. But how far it stretches within her… I don't know…well, not yet anyway. It wants a taste, it wants to play… Is it safe? I can feel it pulling at her soul, just behind her eyes. It plagues her with whispers, with claws tearing at its eternal tomb of flesh and bone. A part of me wants to reach deep inside, deeper then I've ever gone and breaks its binds. Would that be wise…to unleash the beast?

She's up on her elbows and is flashing me a look of concern. Apparently her body is good at ignoring her brain, because she doesn't seem to be thinking about playing. "We need to talk about the crate."

I give a raised brow and sigh. "Can't we discuss it later?" I understand she's baffled, hell I'm a little surprised myself. But let's face it. I've got a one track mind and right now… I just want to feel that wet heat tightening all around me.

Onyx grumbles and narrows her eyes making that face. Fuckin' adorable. "You really are an erection with ears."

"Damn I love it when you talk dirty." I say with a dark chuckle when a husky tone laced with seduction travels passed my lips. "I know you want it baby…" I purr in my lull of a voice and start kissing her neck again, sensing her temperature rise just a few degrees. "I can feel your heat…I can smell your sweetness…"

She lets out a soft gasp as I sink my teeth into the soft flesh, right on the nape of her neck. "Riddick…please don't…" Her voice is lost in the sexually charged around us, suffocating the words away from those beautifully full lips.

"Don't what?" I feel myself rumble and slowly, press myself against her. Her legs spread wide as my pants magically begin to loosen and inch down my waist. Good thing I remembered to not buckle my belt…

::Her Perspective::

He's an animal. Dominant, lustful, and wild. I can't escape this passion filled madness. His words an echo in my mind, causing every fiber of my being to respond with a need to receive his forbidden caress. To let him worship this body in ways I've never known. I want to feel him all around me, deep inside me. Thick, hot, pulsing as it fills my emptiness. God I want that fulfillment again. I want to feel his strength, his power, molding into the essence of my core.

I give an agonizing moan of anticipation. I can't win… I want him now. I'm starving, I need my fill. I want it now. I want him to fill the void with his delicious length until I don't know who or what I am anymore. "Damn it." I growl and take hold of his face, pull him down in a rush of strength and devour his mouth in a brutal kiss of untamed hunger.

Oh god his mouth. Lips pressed hard, tongues lashing out, sliding hot and wet against the other. Tasting each other, breathing hard, panting. I feel hands, such powerfully large hands, tear away my clothes. I don't care. I want his flesh on my flesh, his heat with mine. To feel his rippling mounds of muscle pushing down on my smaller form, feel his skin unrestrained. I want to feel the contact, that primal drive, his naked flesh so close, so deliciously close…

I'm naked in a matter of seconds, his pants somewhere on the floor as he pulls me closer, my legs wrapped around his narrow waist, feeling his warmth, feeling safe. He's hard again, pressed at the velvet folds of my innocence, waiting, teasing, pulsing as liquid heat trickles away from the clenching void. He's tense, controlled, waiting for me to speak, looking down into my eyes with such beautiful luminescent orbs of metallic blue fire. He's asking, wanting my permission. Riddick needs to hear the words as badly as I want to say them.

Soft spilling words echo on a breath of tenderness as I whisper, "make love to me."

I can see the sting in his eyes, pooling with an essence of joy as he brings his mouth to mine. He's so gentle, so incredibly graceful. I'm immersed in the scent of him, musky, rich and exotic. I want his scent to devour me, suffocate me in waves of territorial passion. I want to have the smell of him drenched on my skin until it seeps into my pores and drips into my soul. I never want that beautiful aroma to escape my breath.

"Lay back baby." It's low, deep and animalistic. I can almost taste the loving rage in his words as he places his thickness at the moist entrance of my being. He's careful and calculated, his hips dipping so very slowly, pressing an inch, diving a little at a time. I can't breathe, my soul is screaming, my body aching. My hips writhe and buck in small attempts to push him deeper, fill the darkness.

But he's controlled, going slowly, filling me until I don't know where I end or he begins. I hear the struggled growl, his muscles tensing and moving, I see the look in his eyes, so wild with desire, heavy with lust. His lips are on mine as he remains still, pulsing and throbbing against my tight walls, igniting a fire in my womb. The silky surface of his rose petal kiss seduces me as he teases my lips in slow, nibbling half kisses. I close my eyes and let the feeling of pure love envelope me. He's the essence to my being, taking me in devastatingly slow waves, filling my depths with his life giving vessel.

My nerve endings charge with a strange energy, tingling, shocking me in places I've never dreamed. He whispers softly, quietly, "let me fill you… Let me be the only thing you feel."

I can't breathe, tears form and spill from the corners of my eyes as he continues the gentle swaying of his hips, his girth penetrating, stretching me. Invading the emptiness with a promise of life. I move with him, connecting our bodies, becoming one. A single energy, a dancing flame hidden beneath a veil of stars. I feel the waves breaking steadily with every stroke of his massive form, they become stronger, more dangerous as electricity ignites the flames between my legs. Pressing beautifully against my desire, giving it life, causing it to become swollen, charged with lust and heat. I gasp at a sudden wave of ecstasy, it's small, a warning that soon the ball of feeling so deep inside is very close to an eruption of pure emotion.

Hands on his back, pulling him closer, my hips grinding harder against him, wanting him, needing him as though he is the air I breathe. "Almost there baby?" It's a sound so far away, but I can feel it rumble through me. Reminding me I'm not alone in this moment of sensation.

"Almost." My voice is broken, as whimpered moans continue to flee from my open mouth. But are devoured by his lips, breathing me in, tasting my spirit with his tongue.

His hips, moving, diving, pressing against and within. Sliding deeper, filling me, so close to me. Then a surge, white hot and blinding rips through me and an explosion of searing heat. My back arches, my breathing stops, his body keeps moving, making love to me as the waves of my climax crash wildly against my shore. I'm gasping, writhing, and he never stops. Like a ship defying an earth altering storm amidst an angry sea, he remains steadfast. Thought nor logic stays within my mind. Just the soul wrenching pleasure dowsing me in its loving rain of ecstasy.

I feel it, pulsing, being squeezed within the folds. He's growling, panting, pressing harder. I feel him getting close, I can feel it ripping through me, calling out to me, wanting me to take it all in. I move with him, harder, faster. I need to feel it as he begins his sensual pounding, growling and grunting in my ears, biting my flesh and stretching my walls. I feel the shiver in my womb, telling me he's so very close…

"Fill me…" I groan against the moment, let him hear my words, hear my plea. "I want to feel you cum inside of me."

His body trembles as he lets out a deafening roar of defeat. His voice, the triumphant sound of an animal. He grips me hard and slams into me, filling me with an explosion of liquid heat. I moan wildly as he pounds again…and again…and again with such a force I slammed against the bed. I can't think, I can't breathe. I gasp for air as he growls in exhaustion and falls against me, shivering, trembling my arms.

I hold him close, his heartbeat thundering deep within his chest, echoing into my soul. Flesh slick with sweat, vision blurred with passionate release, I kiss his shoulder and let myself breathe… Connected, a spirit of one. I never want this feeling to go away…locked with Riddick, fused together. I've found my home. Home in the arms of the beast.

-End Chapter Twelve-