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She's playing her music again. Man, I'm feeling good...better than I deserve. I've had regular meals, damn good food, a woman who loves me and tells me in very interesting ways, and the hope of actually spending the rest of my fucked up life being with her. With her…

It's been almost two months since I came back and on the outside is a guy who smiles… yeah can you believe it? Richard B. Riddick, convicted murderer, a smiling fool in love. Yep that's me. Came on kinda gradually.

I've been wondering about that actually. But between getting to know Jack, I mean really know her, letting her see me, really see me, I've been enjoying myself.

Playing with fire's more like it. My beast growls remembering every little innuendo, touch, scent and fantasy.

Been thinking about her, watching her when she sleeps wondering how I could have gotten so lucky.

People like me don't get lucky.

Then, I keep thinking back to what holy man kept telling me.

"Jack has grown into a beautiful woman who will need someone who can be everything to her."

I told him that she was fine the way she was. But that was before I came back and saw her. Then I knew that he was right.

"She needs stability."

I couldn't give her that, even now, when I really want to. Trust me, after two months with Jack; I want to be that guy.

"She's in love with the idea of you."

The idea of me. Yeah right. I laughed out loud when he said that. But his face was just a serious as it always was, looking at me over the vid-phone staring into my face like a protective father. He kept telling me that there was something between us that transcended the rational, that it was all something unexplainable. He was right about that. I can't explain it either and I could give a shit about explaining it. But I'm gonna have to when we go back.

"She needs your protection, and I know you're capable of that aren't you?"

Hey holy man I'm protecting her just like to told me to. Been lots going on and well you know me…

Like you're nailing her every night, my beast growls possessively.

Three guesses to see if I give a shit about that.

Like you'll kill any motherfucker that goes near her…it pipes in again.

On the inside, I'm feeling all kinds of things that aren't so good, pure or nice. The darkness calls me and I can't seem to stop it. Part of me doesn't want to stop it.

Jealousy…possessiveness…rage and anger…the need to kill… The beast wants out and wants blood constantly.

But the only good thing about any of it is that it's all directed at one man and not at Jack. Can't feel those things for Jack, because of Jack, yeah, but not at her. I won't ruin the one good thing I have. She loves me and that's a fact.

God she's so good, so pure and… so damn good in bed my beast growls. I gotta admit that she was a quick study, learning what I liked. I ain't complaining one bit about that.

You better not, she's the best piece of ass you've ever had you fuck.

He's right. She is, and the last one if I have anything to say about it. I just need to concentrate, figure out a plan to kill Faisal Mohammed and every piece of shit that comes between freedom and me with Jack. I will not let anyone fuck that up.

Jack is my only reason for staying human, not going completely primal. I'd do anything for her.

Yes, I'd even die for her. Kept thinking about what Fry had said, what she had done.

Not for me…

She pulled me back, bloody and ready to be a fucken appetizer, and her eyes, just like Jack's saw into my soul. She died so I could live and that was the biggest mistake. I'm not worthy of that kind of sacrifice. I'm a killer, a murderer. But because of Jack, I want to be. Yeah, I'd die for her. I get that now; I understand what she meant.

But that shit ain't fucken happening. I'm gonna have a life with her, a house, the kids, a garden, the works.

And I'm gonna have to kill some people to do it.

The music blaring and hypnotic signaled to Riddick that messing around on the bridge was over. His shit eating grin and the loud slap against the deck that his bare feet made were the only two things that stayed the same when he reached the mess.

Heaving he stopped at the doorway leaning against the frame staring. His shirt laying loosely at his hips, looked incredibly sexy and he bit his lip before licking it.

All right Jack. Damn.

Standing across from the couch was Jack, dressed so provocatively that he had to think about breathing to make it happen. She had on a long skirt, slit on the sides, laying low on her hips, bracelets that made a sharp melodic noise when she moved her arms, and a top that wrapped tightly around her breasts that he could tell immediately she was braless and aroused.

"Sit." She ordered pointing to the couch. His eyebrow raised surprised at her audacity. He decided that he liked aggressive Jack.

Well, well, well…

The song began just as he remembered it and his eyes closed for a moment feeling the pulsing beat deep in his chest and only opened them when he felt her hand on his chest.

"Riddick, you keep your eyes open or I won't let you come." She said using his own warning against him.

I'd like to see you try it kid. "You little…" he growled playfully looking at the black top she wore that tied in the back, it wrapped tightly around her breasts showing just the right amount of skin.

"Watch lover, its all about you tonight." She promised rattling the bracelets on her wrists.

"Promises, promises Jack." He quipped as System began. Lover…his inner beast growled as they both watched her start to dance.

He had women before but she was his first lover, the one that would heat and cool his blood. He was still wearing his contact lenses and saw the pink flush from the blood flowing through her, excited aroused blood. He watched rapt as her hands move slowly, seductively as the singer began his mantra.

You fell away, what more can I say?

The feelings evolved I won't let them out.

I can't replace your screaming face,

Feeling the sickness inside.

She never took her eyes off him watching him unbutton the last two buttons of his shirt and let it hang as he sat down.

"Beautiful." He said looking at her and sitting down. The beat rang in his ears like his heartbeat. He bit his lip making her smile, that smile at him lit up the room. The animal unrestrained danced before him moving her hips slowly, purposefully.

"You like this baby?" she asked moving slowly closer, teasing him into a painful frustrated state.

"Oh yeah." He purred sitting in the middle of the couch like the king of the beasts. His shirt lay open, and her eyes darted between his muscular chest, the hard flat stomach and back up to his heavy lidded aroused eyes.

He wanted her. She knew that by his agitated state. The movement of her hips, the way his eyes moved from her pelvis to her hands and back to her legs, she knew it was working.

He watched, aroused by the sound of the bracelets, her hands roaming her body and the moans that he could hear as the band's lead singer sung the words that he heard besides the beating of his heart.

Fuck Jack. Give it to me.

Her hand, the one held towards him moved like a snake, caught his eye long enough to have him notice where she put her other.

Why won't you die?

Your blood and mine

We'll be fine.

Her fingers reached her breast and he watched her slip her hand underneath the fabric and work to arouse the nipple he wanted to taste.

Then your body will be mine.

He groaned when her hands began to tease her body. His hand, of it's own volition, rested against his lap and began to rub the denim. It was when she moved towards him and came to the edge of the sofa that his control wore thin.

"Jack," he demanded in a husky growl. "Touch yourself like that and you're asking for trouble."

"Trouble is my middle name." She told him trailing her hand beneath the waistband of her skirt. "Like this?"

Why is everything so fucking hard for me?

"God Jack…" he growled dying to touch her. The jeans that had once been comfortable and easy were strangling him against his erection. Her hands found their way to the one place he wanted to touch.

Her erotic dance and the sounds she made while she touched herself accompanied by the beat and voice of the singer made him crazy. He could smell her; feel her arousal, and he longed to plunge deep into her.

Keep me down to what you think I should be

Must you tempt me and provoke the ministry?

Keep on trying I'm not dying so easily.

I will not die…

She finally after teasing him into having to rub the source of his irritation stopped in front of him. "Come here." She told him crooking her finger.

Riddick groaned loudly and pulled her forcefully into his lap. "Damn fine show Jack." He said burying his face in the valley between her breasts. She smelled divine. Aroused, the scent of spice, the hint of vanilla, the hardened nipples waiting for his lips to suckle them, he growled at her warm skin.

"Glad you think so." She said straddling his hips and caressing his face and neck. "Touch me Riddick, I want to be touched. This music gets me all hot and bothered and the only one who can make it better is you."

He didn't need any more encouragement than that. His hands, on her back, undid the knot holding the shirt that she wrapped around her. Once free, his mouth took a hardened nub and teased a low growl out of her. "Like I said, Beautiful."

She chuckled between sighing. "You're wearing to many clothes Riddick."

Her hand found its way to the button of his jeans and pulled, popping the rest in rapid succession. The next song started and had a loud penetrating beat, sensual and arousing. He slipped them off while she was still in his lap and ran his hands up her thighs teasing her skin with his rough hands.

When her hand found his arousal and stroked it. He growled loudly as she laughed, "You went commando, how naughty of you."

His erection, laying against her inner thigh, twitched when he found that she had indeed not worn any panties. "Kind of ruins the moment if you've gotta work for it, huh Jack?"

His hand found the her center and rubbed her lightly, "Riddick, you uh, found, me, out."

He tortured her for a full minute, smiling and growling when she squirmed against him. His hands undid the wrap skirt and he threw it aside his eyes basking in the image of her naked sitting on top of him. "I need you Jack."

Jack smiled as he tortured her breasts. She guided herself down slowly onto his rock hard arousal.

They both growled when she slid slowly down in time to the music. "I've always wanted to try this." She told him rising and falling on him in time to the music. "Nine inch nails, it seemed, uh appropriate."

I wanna fuck you like an animal… I wanna feel you from the inside…you bring me closer to God!

His hands were on her hips, working up and down picking up the pace. "Jack, you're gonna kill me one of these days. Damn you feel good."

"So do you. I've always wanted to be impaled." She said arching her arching her back and cupping him. "Faster Riddick."

He groaned and left nothing to chance and began to thrust upward as forcefully as she rode him. His stomach and chest heaved with the coiled fire inside him and he felt her clenching too, "Let go Jack. I got ya."

His hands cupped those perfect cheeks and he couldn't help himself from smacking lightly the incredible piece of flesh in his hand. That little tap seemed to spur her on. Their pace began to quicken and both seemed to be about to lose control.

When her orgasm came she cried out, her body rocking and grinding so fluidly that her damp skin felt like silk in his hands. Her primal voice rang out in his intimate embrace "Riddick! Yes!! Oh baby! Harder…I want to feel you."

The animal in him took control and it wasn't long before he was crying out her name in a loud unrestrained cry.

Damp and satiated they sat still connected to one another, kissing the sweat off each other's limbs. "Riddick, I love you, no matter what happens tomorrow."

"Jack, we're gonna be fine. We're gonna do this by the numbers and then it's gonna be just us. When the dying starts, you stick by me."

"Where else would I be?" she asked adjusting herself against him.

"Good girl." He said lifting her up, and carried her to his bed still wrapped around him.

The night wasn't half over and he had plans to keep very busy. She giggled and he laughed as she straddled his hips leaning back as he walked. He watched her breasts jiggle when she laughed and it wasn't long before he was up and ready for another round.

"This is what I call desert." She said in a playful sexy voice. His growl and attack once they reached the bedroom was the first in a series of loud boisterous responses to her taunts.

"Come here Jack, I got some desert for you." He said throwing her on the bed and pouncing. That kind of behavior although fun, could get them both into trouble. But at that point neither of them cared.