Jack found herself panting as Riddick held her wet naked body against his. Every thought that could have made some kind of sense left her completely and utterly alone, to only rely on her instincts… Which in this case was not a good idea. 'Dear angels in heaven… He's really cut…' She thought in her drunken state and curled a stupid smile on her full lips.

Skin burned with want and need. Every breath took in just that much more of a scent that was slowly driving his self control off the edge. His animal moved about in anticipation, growling and shifting nervously like a Panther caged next to a female in heat. He wanted a taste of that warm soft skin, to caress every inch of her body with his hands.

'Stop it, not going to happen.' He told himself without looking into her eyes. He couldn't, and if he did, he would see the desire flowing freely in her open gaze.

'This is a lot like that dream… Where he had to help me take a shower… How fucking ironic is that?' Jack thought with a small rambling chuckle as she then lay her head on the heat of his chest. His strong heartbeat lulled a melody of strength and safety as his powerful being wrapped it's protective wings about her soul.

It was becoming more of a challenge as they stood in perfect stillness beneath the flow of warm rain from the shower head. The inner conflict of his beast and his humanity was merely a losing battle. He could control himself… But the true question in this… Was IF he wanted to control himself.

'Why not? Why don't you just let go? You smell the need, the yearning, the blood. You know you want to taste her, fill her full with that throbbing cock.' The beast taunted with a lick of its dangerous jaws. Riddick cringed at the thoughts and closed his eyes. He was going to hold out, for as long as he could bare it… But how long would that be?

She shifted her moist body against him, pressing her silky breasts across the land of his flesh. The feeling of that closeness caused an ache within her womb. The thought of his member sliding in and out of her bleeding secret didn't seem all that bad. But this was Riddick, he didn't see her as anything more then a sister of some sort. The kind of person you merely saw with family affection… Or did he?

"Hey Riddick? Can I ask ya sumfin?" She mumbled with an adorable ferret smile catching his attention.

He tried to focus but he saw the look in her eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat, "What's that?" Riddick asked in his usual low tone of collected emotions. When inside he was a thriving ball of unimaginable heat and sexuality.

She bit her bottom lip, her gaze sparkling with sweet innocent want, "Do you think I'm pretty?" Jack asked finally and watched his expression remain calm and reflective. "I mean I think I'm pretty in a way, and I wanna know if you think I'm pretty."

He thought about her words, that question burning down his walls of control, 'You're not pretty, you're gorgeous! You're amazing, I want you… God help me I want you.' His inner thoughts called out but were replaced, "You're very attractive Jack."

"That's not what I asked." Jack said suddenly and put both hands on either side of his face, "Do You, Riddick…" She trailed off for a moment becoming lost in his eyes. She blinked and found her voice, "Do you, find me, pretty?"

"You know the answer to that." He replied trying to keep himself in check, but his voice betrayed him as it flowed with a husky purr.

Jack grew impatient, "Damn it Riddick. Stop avoiding the fuckin' question." She wasn't in the mood for games, and she really didn't care at the moment. "Just tell me. Please?"

The look in her eyes bled with a pleading sadness, Jesus he had to tell her. No more bullshit, " I don't find you pretty Jack." He stopped and pulled her closer, his face now a mere kiss away from hers as a devastating growl of a voice uttered past his luscious lips, "You are beautiful."

A shiver ran down the length of her spine, causing an eruption of Goosebumps to ignite across the valley of her naked flesh. Pert nipples became tight and hard and pressed into his wall of skin making his breath flow with an urgency.

No words could be spoken in this rare moment of two souls reaching out to each other, their bodies begging to unite. Riddick felt every inch of his manhood swell with need, causing Jack's eyes to widen at the feel of something velvety and hard pressing against her.

She wasn't afraid, because the shit kickers had wiped away everything that plagued her mind. She felt at ease, free in a sense. And she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

"Kiss me." She begged in a whisper and gently trailed her lips along his mouth, lavishing in the heat that drifted from his parted lips.

Without having to hear it twice he crushed her mouth in a hungry kiss. Waves of delight and passion swept through his blood as he nipped and gently encased her lips in half kisses. Riddick pulled her harder against him, he was starving for her touch, crazed from longing and detachment from anything female.

A soft gasp entered the air as he kissed her with a deep gentle need. His large hands trailing slowly down her back, his mouth devouring hers in a hungry kiss of want. Tongues drifted together, becoming entangled and twisted like a wild vine of passion in the darkest jungle. Breath became ragged and swift as she struggled to breath through this intense feral kiss.

Riddick could feel her heart beat speed up, her breathing ragged and quick, her hands clasping the back of his neck, yearning to be closer. He wanted nothing more then to lift her into his arms and dip his width into her tight walls. But something was holding him back, call it temporary insanity or a quiet voice of reasoning but there it was.

"Riddick." Jack moaned breathlessly between kisses and leaned in, pressing her hot wet body deeper against his. Nothing had ever been as amazing as this moment, no dream as vivid, no vision as sweet. This was like a small glimpse of heaven, surrounding them in its loving light.

Riddick pulled his lips away, not wanting to, but to place his forehead against hers while panting. He had to think, not feel. He couldn't just give in, it would be wrong, she wasn't in the right state of mind.

'Fuck how big of a pussy have you become!? Can't you see she's perfectly able to make a decision? Just take what you want! She wants it just as badly, so don't start that good guy bullshit.' The beast was writhing, it wanted it's prey no matter how wrong it seemed.

Jack sensed something was going on his head, "What's wrong?" She asked while looking into his troubled eyes.

He couldn't speak, for all he could think of was to bend her over and claim her body as his. Riddick was on that thin line of what should be done, and what he wanted. A very dangerous place to be at the moment.

"Riddick…" Jack murmured and watched his eyes fill with uncertainty. The way they shinned and shimmered against the dimly lit room revealed his inner battle.

"Do you want his?" Riddick asked in a tone that came out too low to be just a question. "Tell me Now Jack, Do you want this?" He needed to hear it, to be sure that what he was about to do was mutual. He couldn't live with himself if he just used her for a means to ones own selfish needs.

Her brows furrowed at his question. "Why?" She asked softly, trying to understand his words, when all she wanted was to feel him inside her yearning ocean.

His hands found themselves on her face, "Jack Tell me.." Growling in a voice that bled into the depths of her soul sending her aching need to pulse with desire. "Do you want this?"

"I…" The words began to leave her. She couldn't think or speak clearly, all she wanted was him to take her and make her feel whole. "I do.." She stammered in a small voice as she tried to look away. It felt as though she was in a corner, clawing desperately at the wall to escape. Why? Because no one ever Asked her before…

"I want you." Jack answered finally in a firm voice that sent a wave of unleashed emotions through his body…

And what would happen next would change their lives forever…

-End Chapter Eight-