Chapter Sixteen

Riddick's POV

You're dreaming. It must be an ugly one cuz you keep tossing and turning in your sleep. One minute the sheets are covering you, the next they're flung off to the side. It's not good to be moving around so much like that. It means you're sleeping too deeply. It means you've let your guard down. It means that anyone can sneak up on you and slit your throat. You're safe of course, but still, you've so much to learn Kyra, so much to learn from me.

I can smell blood, faintly. Fresh blood that just dried. I rotate only my head to glance at you. You've stopped moving but your eyes indicate that you're still in REM. You have your hands held closely to your body as you lie on your back. You're holding my shiv. Mine. When did I get blood on it? Interesting.

I take a quick look over your body. There. Right on the left thigh, a small cut. The cuts not deep, it's already forming a scab. Fuck, Kyra. If you're going to sleep with a shiv make sure you don't cut yourself. I make a move to grab it and I feel your body tense. I keep my hand in place, just hovering above your body, poised to grab the shiv. A fraction of a second later you move, quick and lethal.

"Beautiful," I whisper mostly to myself.

You've got the shiv pressed against my throat. Good spot too. Just the right amount of pressure, one flick of the wrist…my blood will be everywhere and I'll be dead in under two minutes. The look in your eyes are wild. Crazed, animal like. I've woken you from some nightmare, and you're still deciding on whether or not I'm the bad guy. I keep very still. It's not likely that you'll hurt me. I can still move faster than you, but having you this close to my body – damn woman, do you know you're straddling me?

"Very precarious position you've put yourself in Kyra. Very precarious."

"Precarious, a four syllable word. Expanding your vocabulary, are we Riddick?"

You lock your eyes with mine and force yourself to avoid blinking. Smooth Kyra, real smooth. Any other person and they'd be dead by now, shiv at my neck or not.

"Exceptionally precarious situation you've put yourself in Kyra," I growl and let my body rumble its distaste for the direction this conversation is heading in. You pick up on it. Good girl. You change direction and begin to flirt with me, all the while keeping your eyes deadly focused on mine.

"You mean this situation can go two ways?" You're grinning and I find that I like your grin.

"What two ways you have in mind, Kyra?"

You growl, animal like, how very interesting. You're eyes have changed. They're still hard, but you're becoming aware of what's around you. Your breathing hasn't changed though. You're still worked up about something.

"Are you growling at me, Kyra?"

You growl again. I laugh at your audacity, but it appears you're not finished. You bend forward and lick my neck, pause, and than sniff it. Where you going with this woman?

"Marking your territory?"

"Would you really mind if I did, Riddick?"

"No…as long as you don't piss on me."

That gets a laugh from you, and for that split second you're distracted. That's all it would have taken Kyra, had I wanted to kill you.

"Riddick?" You ask coyly.

I just stare back into your eyes. I don't think you actually want a response. I was right.

"Do you like this position?"

Yes. "Your ass feels warm, but the blade feels cold." I lower my voice a notch so you fully realize what you've done. You may have woken up scared and placed the blade on my neck as instinct told you too, but now you should know that this situation has gone on to long.

Your eyes harden as you press the blade into my skin, cutting it. I don't move. You're playing. It's a surface wound, only superficial really. I want to know how far you'll take it.

Your eyes give it away, than your body. You're beginning to panic.

"I…I…"

"Finish it, Kyra."

"I dreamt that YOU…and then I……and then YOU so didn't have to…but it's not MY FAULT…YOU started…so I FINISHED…and now there's blood."

Your voice pattern keeps alternating. First you're upset, than you're angry, and lastly it sounds like you're grieving. Talk about the Queen of incoherent sentences, Kyra. What the hell are you talking about?

"You'll have to speak more clearly than that woman."

You tighten your grip on the shiv, causing your knuckles to whiten from a severe blood restriction. You pull yourself away from me and throw the shiv in the direction of the right wall. I hear a pleasant thud as it finds its mark. You turn you attention back to me and lean forward, placing your hands on either side of my neck. You close your eyes, momentarily trying to clear your mind, and then open them.

"Bad dream. It's over now. I'm hungry."

Bad dream? At least you're not a tell-all girl. Hungry huh? "For?"

"For food Riddick, but I may just have you for desert."

Cocky. "Is that so?"

With that I easily flip you over and am now pinning you to the bed. It's no fun though, you're not even moving. What's up now?

"I want to be on top this time, Riddick."

I smile, slow and deliberate. A woman who knows what she wants. How sexy. I immediately roll back over so you can have the top show.

"Kyra, you do know what you're doing?"

With that I get a hard hit to my shoulder. My first instinct is to reach up and snap your neck. I then realize you're playing, so I refrain from doing just that. I'm going to have to have a talk with you about actions like that. That shit could get you killed unintentionally.

"Riddick, have I ever disappointed you before?"

No. "Before could have been luck."

You lean in and kiss me. I respond. I like exploring the insides of your mouth. You taste like – fuck, what'd you do that for? You pulled back.

"You're right, last time was luck. Guess you and your hand are going to have a very intimate relationship from now on."

You make a move to get up off of me. I strike out with my hands and curl my fingers around your wrists, pulling you back and holding you in place.

"Finish what you started."

I'm not going to say sorry. I'm not sorry. I like getting a rise out of you, just as you like getting a rise out of me.

You lean in to kiss me again. We start playing tag with our tongues. I even close my eyes. My hands come up to lightly trace your back, but you shove them back down and pin them against the sheets. I comply, but frown. You can feel the frown as you kiss me.

"Be a good boy Riddick." You say between kisses.

Good boy? Who is she kidding?

"I'm a bad man, Kyra. You sure you want to continue?"

I move my hands to cradle your breasts underneath the shirt you're wearing. I tweak one nipple but am not rewarded. Again my efforts are thwarted as you pin my hands to the sheets.

"That's. Not. Being. Good. Riddick."

You punctuate every word in between kisses. Interesting game you're playing. I don't mind for now. You grind your ass against me in a slow, deliberate movement. You get the desired reaction you were looking for. I buck myself so you can feel me. I'm ready, the question is, are you? I growl into your mouth. I want to move my hands all over your body. This game of yours is over. I don't like how you're controlling the speed in which this is going.

"What do you want, Riddick?"

A good fuck, now. "You."

"You're not hungry anymore?"

"Fuck woman. Go faster or let me up so that I can take a long cold shower."

With that you slide off of me to take your pants off. There's nothing sexier than watching a woman undress, even if you've already seen all that lies beneath the clothes. I reach over to help you with your shirt, but you slap my hands away. Not a very effective move, but it startles me so much that I don't try to help you with your shirt again. I draw my hands to my body and lay them on my chest. I'll just watch for now. I like watching.

You make your way back towards me and begin undoing my belt. You're not surprised that I'm not wearing underwear. I watch enthralled with your body movement as you use your hands to tug down my pants. I raise myself to give you better access, but you merely pull my pants down to my knees and stop. You lift your hands to your mouth and slowly breathe on them. You than rub them together as if warming them. I get it now. You use your warm hands to handle me. I'm touched, really, but I wonder why you want to do this with so many clothes on. Like I care though. You straddle me and raise yourself above me. Part of me knows this is going to hurt you, and that part wants you to stop. The other part of me wants to know just how good you feel on top. The latter side wins. With my help you position yourself over me and plunge down hard, taking all of me in. You wince. I feel your muscles tighten at the intrusion, and than relax, somewhat. You place your hands on my chest and dig your nails into them. Your face is too much. I can see that I'm hurting you.

"How much?" You have to ask?

"You took all of it."

I'm not surprised. Damn woman, you weren't thinking things all the way through. I mean, you just went ahead and forced yourself to take all of me inside of you. Not a wise decision, but it's done now. I slip a finger in between your soft womanly folds. You're warm and wet. I make small circular motions. You gasp. I can feel you tighten your muscles around me. I continue to play under your folds as your hands leave my chest and you arc your back, bracing your hands behind you on my thighs. Slowly, and I mean slowly, you lift yourself up and come back down. You're testing yourself, and I would say you're not completely ready. By this time we're both breathing hard. Your insides are starting to relax, but this is going to take sometime. I want to buck so badly, but I know it will hurt you if I do. I have an idea.

"Turn around Kyra," I say hoarsely

"What?"

"Turn around. It'll hurt less."

I hate the feeling of not being inside you, but it only takes seconds for you to do as I ask. Before you take me in again, I plunge two fingers inside of you. You're wet enough, you're just not stretched.

"Riddick – "

I know you want me inside of you and not my fingers. Deal with it for a few more seconds.

"Just wait. Bend over for me. Put your hands by my calves."

You comply, opening yourself for me. I remove my fingers all the way only to thrust in three. You can take three now. You start to move against my fingers, all the while whimpering. Aroused whimpering. Hearing that, I growl. I yank my fingers out of you, feeling the waves of your first really fun muscle tightening experience tonight. You'll have more tonight, I can promise you that, but right now I want to be in you.

I gently grab your waist to pull you back down on to me. I like you on top like this. I'm now able to help position myself better in you. It's not nearly as painful as it was before. You're finding it easier to take me in as well, probably because I've already stretched you. You start grinding as I buck into you. You're moving fast, but I can still go faster. I find that I've caught you off balance a little, but you adapt beautifully. We're moving to our own rhythm now. I can hear you calling out my name and I let go. It feels good, spilling inside of you like that.