WARNING: Kyra and Riddick finally get physical.

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Chapter Eleven

Kyra's POV

Aquatol junkie?

"You know how to take blood Riddick?"

"No."

"Brilliant. Than how do you suppose we go about this? I mean, Aquatol leaves the system within twenty-four hours. If, and this is only a shitty possibility, but if he used the same strain of Aquatol on me as he did Carly, than they would have found something in her blood stream with the autopsy."

Thinking out loud is easier than having my two sides banter back and forth inside my head. Jack's scared, Kyra's frustrated.

"Not unless the drug goes benign when the victim dies."

I'm pacing again. I can't help it. Four steps. It's a distinct pattern that helps me calm down. It calms Jack's nerves, what little I have left of her in me anyhow. I'm breathing quicker. I can't help it. The walls are closing in again, and the –

"Stop pacing woman." You growl out.

I'm stunned. You're angry.

"Don't tell me what to DO." I shout.

"Don't tell you what to do?"

You're playing a game now. I can tell. At least I think you're playing.

"Riddick," I snarl.

You move like a predator capturing its prey. I close my eyes and brace for impact.

It never comes. I try to calm my breathing but it's not working.

Breathe Kyra, breathe. Breathe Jack, breathe.

I can feel your proximity. You're close. Real close. I can smell you now. I can't open my eyes right now. I just can't. I tilt my head down a little.

I can feel your breathe on my face. It's light. Next, I feel your lips. I can feel ther hesitation in the kiss, but then there is also something else. You're hesitant but sure. That's messed up, even for us. Your kisses are becoming more persistent. You press your lips against mine and force me to raise my head. I understand what you want because I want it too, but that doesn't change the fact that I haven't kissed you back yet.

"Riddick…"

You're still kissing me, but you've changed the kiss. Its become light pecks, nothing else, trying to encourage me to stop thinking and start reacting.

It's working.

I'm kissing you back now. You taste so good. I open my mouth, allowing for better access. I'm exploring your mouth now, getting to know you better. I like chasing your tongue in your mouth. You like doing the same in mine. You're not being aggressive. I get that you're letting me set the pace.

I lean into the kiss, resting my body along yours. Instinctively your arms find their way to the wall directly behind me. Thud. Your hands are not touching me but are placed either side of me, effectively containing me within them. I want them on me. All over me. Touching me everywhere.

You break the kiss suddenly.

"No going back."

To show you I understand I place my tongue at the bottom of your neck and drag it upward till I reach your chin, and than your lips. You actually growl into my mouth. '

I can feel your arousal pressing on me. Shit, you're hard. Your lips find their way to my neck and I stiffen a little. I know you've felt my hesitation because you've stop. Your lips find their way to my right ear.

"You're mine."

I must be losing my mind. You offer no words of reinsurance, just words of possession.

You nibble on my ear lobe. Nibble, lick, suck. You move your head so that it is in front of me.

"Open your eyes Kyra."

I shake my head a little indicating my answer. I can't do it. I just don't want to open them to see you right now. If I look you in the eyes, what will I see? Nothing? Everything? I can't take the chance Riddick. Not yet. You're so emotionless that it'll kill what we have right now if I open my eyes and don't see what I want to see in your eyes. I squeeze my eyes tighter.

I think you're mad at me because you growl slightly. It's not a very deep growl. Maybe you're not mad.

"You keeping them closed?"

I nod.

There's a pause.

Riddick's POV

You're fighting something deep inside. I want inside you head, full access to your thoughts, but I'm not stupid. Fuck, this is so hard.

I know you'll let me in when you deal with whatever is that's going on in that head of yours.

This is shit. I know you want this Kyra. I can smell you. You're aroused.

Kyra, you're not just some challenge I've come across and this isn't just a thrill for you. It's fucking scaring me because we both know it's….oh shit, it is…it's –

"Kyra, this is real. I'm standing here, ready for you." Shit, that's not very clear.

"Real? This?"

I do what comes naturally to me. I lean towards you and place my lips on yours, urging them apart. Your smell is driving me crazy. I'm lowering my built-in defences. For the first time in my life, my surroundings don't matter. I lower my hands to your waist and lift you a little. You comply.

I cradle your back in one arm and lift your legs with my other arm. Shit, my legs. There's something wrong. Very wrong. They buckle and we land on the ground.

You giggle, I growl.

I look at your face. You're directly beneath me with your back pressed against the floor. My legs are straddling yours. My hands are placed on either side of your body. You still have your eyes closed. So trusting Kyra, so trusting. I'm going to make you mine now. All mine. I lean back on my legs, grab the hem of your shirt and pull it apart.

The sound of your shirt tearing shocks you, as I knew it would, but you still don't open your eyes.

I have full access to your breasts now.

"Beautiful," I whisper. I sniff, inhaling your scent. You're ready.

Kyra's POV

Beautiful…I'm beautiful? No one has ever said that to me. I know my face is getting red because I keeping holding in my breath a moment longer then is necessary, before breathing out.

I want to open my eyes. I do. I just can't.

You haven't touched me, and I dare not open my eyes to see what you're doing.

I feel it now, your hot breath tracing its way around my breasts. It feels…new. No one has ever done that before. Slow and steady. I brace my hands on the floor and arch my body upwards. I guess you have your eyes open because your mouth instantly latches on to one of my breasts. You kiss it gently before exploring it further.

I allow my body to sink back to the floor. Your mouth never leaves my breast. By this time you're running your tongue over it, making circles, then removing your mouth and blowing gently.

I can feel you pressing against me. I move my hands down to your pants to unbuckle them. I've done it and am trying to get you out of your pants. You stop your administrations to my body to oblige me, but unfortunately you have to shift off of me in order to do it. I don't like the sudden absence of your body, but am willing to allow it, for now.

I really like keeping my eyes closed. I can hear you grunt as you take off all of your clothing. You crawl back toward me only to place your hands on my pants. You want them off.

Slowly you inch them down my legs. Shit Riddick, go faster.

We're finally naked now. You're on top of me, resting yourself against me. I open my legs allowing you full access. You bend your face towards mine to lock our lips together. I can feel your finger enter me, testing my readiness.

I gasp, breaking the kiss, as you insert two more fingers. I wasn't expecting it.

"Open for me, Kyra. For me."

I can hear you, but my mind can't function enough to speak. I try to relax my body further. You shift your body and I can no longer feel you close to my face. Where are you going?

Oh.

You're breathe is cool at my entrance. I arch my back, opening up further, only to have you place a hand on my stomach to hold me in place. I bend my knees up and drop them to the sides. This you allow. The pressure is building, slowly, but it's there.

Oh shit, you're…oh shit….MORE...

You stop. No!

Oh.

You put one hand under my butt and lift me a little. I can feel you throbbing at my entrance.

No wonder you were testing me. You bend forward a little, drop your hold on me, only to stretch me as you enter. You're almost in all the way. I think.

There. You're in. You've stopped moving. I can't breathe, but you cover my mouth with yours anyway. You're in control as you have been from the start. You pull all the way out only to thrust yourself back in. That pressure is building faster now.

You set the rhythm. Don't worry, I can match it. Together, Riddick, we're in this together.