20 The Primitive Side

Damn woman, it's only been a week since they married and she seemed to know just how to get around him. The thing with Vaako had him hot. She should have come to him first and told him what her plans were. Instead she kept him out of the loop and took away his control.

Vaako had left an hour ago and Riddick was still pouting. I'm fuckin pouting. I know it, she knows it, but she should have told me what she was up to. That's what it was, she hurt him but he wouldn't admit it or see it for what it was.

"Riddick," Kayleen whispered as she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He stiffened and she sighed and rubbed her forehead on his back.

"I didn't tell you because, one, I was afraid it wasn't going to work. Two, because I wanted to surprise you and three, because I needed you be get angry so I could see what Vaako would do. He didn't just step aside like other servants would have, he stepped between us. Us, knowing that alone could make you kill him. He was protecting us from each other. He would have taken a blade from either one of us, to save the other. Don't you see?" She walked around him and ran her hands up under his shirt, "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Riddick could see her logic but it still pissed him off. He clenched and released his jaw so many times that it was aching now and here she was, touching him, stirring up a new aggression.

The woman would never give him peace. He would swing from one emotion to another and he didn't know which way he was going anymore, or even if he was the one in control. Her mouth closed over his nipple and he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back.

"Don't Kayleen. You don't want to start this now. I'll end up hurting you and then I'll have to feel like shit about it."

"You could never hurt me Riddick," She whispered against his skin and breathed deep, taking in his scent.

He knew she wanted him, he could smell it on her, the lust rising sharp and quick. I should fuck her right now, when I'm in this mood. Maybe then she will know not to fuck with me.

Kayleen's hand slid over his erection, she was teasing him, trying to drive him crazy. The beast in him was too close to the surface and wouldn't care if he was hurting her. He growled at her and grabbed her hand.

"Did you just warn me off?" She asked laughter in her eyes and voice.

That's it bitch, I warned you. Riddick wrapped his hands tightly in her hair and pulled her head back with hard, quick snap. His mouth crushed over hers so hard he tasted blood but wasn't sure whose it was and he didn't care.

He slammed her against the wall and she hit her head. He heard it, felt the quick shock of pain but he still he didn't stop. Riddick's hands were bruising, too hard and aggressive as he ripped her clothes from her body.

He was acting on pure instinct now, the predator taking over. He didn't stop until she was naked and her body was red with purple marks already showing on her skin.

The angrier he got at himself for hurting her, the more aggressive he became. He freed him cock and surged into her, not caring if she was ready or not. He ignored her cries, uncaring if they were from pain or pleasure. Her legs were around him as he thrust into her hard and ruthlessly, reaching his peak fast and spilling his seed deep within her womb.

Kayleen never seen him like this. He was so wild it was almost scary. The look in his eyes could make the strongest men cower in fear, but not her. She knew him better than that. He was angry and he planned on hurting her, but he didn't realize she was enjoying it as much as he was.

His hands were aggressive, demanding and rough. Claiming her, marking her more than their marriage ceremony ever did.

Her head hurt and her entire body ached from his assault, but still she was there, with him, always with him. When his hips surged forward she screamed. Not from pain but from the overwhelming feeling of him buried deep inside her. She couldn't get enough of him; it didn't matter if he was hard and aggressive or slow and tender. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast and at the same time his did. They spiraled out of control together, the only two people in the world.

Riddick body pressed against her, still pinning her against the wall and their breath come in short pants. His anger was spent now, just like his body, but his mind was in more chaos than before. What did he just do? He couldn't face her knowing he hurt her. He felt sick to his stomach and disgusted with his lack of control.

His body was covering hers and she savored the feel of him but he was heavy. Kayleen's body was thumping and tingling everywhere. She was afraid to move, knowing she was going to be very sore.

She could feel his inner battle and loved him all the more of it. "Hey baby, are you ok?" She asked him as she ran a few hand over his head.

He opened his eyes and seen several places where his teeth left marks. He closed them again quickly, not wanting to see the look of disgust on her face.

"Riddick," she said gently, framing face with her hands, "Open you eyes look at me," When he finally complied, she smiled at him, "I love you so much." Kayleen admitted and pressed small kisses against the corner of his mouth.

Riddick's voice was horse when he spoke, "How could you say that, feel that after what I just did to you?"

"While I will admit, I'm a bit sore, I think it was fantastic!" She laughed at the look that he gave her.

He was sure she was insane. She held no censure, no ill will in her eyes, only love and understanding; it turned his heart over.

He didn't deserve her. He was every bit the monster everyone labeled him to be. Look what he did to his own wife.

Never in his life has he ever taken a woman like that, but she didn't seem to mind. He would never understand her, never be able to read her or know what she was thinking.

It hit him then, with her in his arms, pined against the wall, bloody and bruised from his assault that he loved her.

She accepted him unconditionally, even more so than Kyra ever had. She would have shived his ass if he'd done that to her. But not Kayleen, she took it because it was part of him, the primitive side of him that ran deeper in him than any other Furyan.

He let go of her long enough to rid himself of his pants and boots. Picking her up, he carried her to the bathroom where he ran a hot bath for them. He slipped in behind her and just held her, letting the water ease her soreness.