(explicit content, ladies and gents)
Eleven
Richard B. Riddick
She looked like a dancer with her toes on point in the air. The fingers of my left hand were near the sweet spot, fourth lumbar down—the abdominal aorta—but shivs were the last thing on my mind. She was looking down at me while I held her up, shimmering purple and yellow and white like she had a halo all around her. Angelface. They'd tried to beat the wild out of her with their mindfuck drugs and doubletalk bullshit. And there she was, close to me, but not ready to let go of all that, yet. Too bad. There wasn't any time to fuck around. I was going for it.
"I saw this in cryo-sleep," she whispered. "When I left Goliath with Maddie, I was here for just a moment, and then it was gone."
Her breath was sweet and warm. "What'd I tell you about thinking?" I reminded her, putting her down. But her hair swung over her shoulders and her scent hit me again as the smooth strands glided down my chest. I caught a handful of it and brought it to my face, drawing her to me with my other hand by the small of her back. That sweet smell….
Always went straight to my head, made me feel like I'd just downed a bottle. I'd smelled it when she leaned over me in the goddamn ship, when she did it on purpose. I pulled her closer, tasting the skin of her neck, where the jugular was pulsing hard. I hadn't tasted woman in a long time, besides the pat-down in the Pirahna, and it was never as good as this. Goosebumps were rising on her skin, and her fingers found the bottom of my shirt. Gripped it. And yanked it over my head. It forced me to let her go for only a second.
"Good girl," I growled. That was more like it. Her clothes came off even easier, and the sight of her glowing skin laid bare…well. That's for me to know. What I will say is that you never saw anything more beautiful than Angelface vulnerable, staring back at you with fire in her eyes. Makes you feel like you don't know what you've just done, or what she's gonna do to you for it. I heard her breathe in as her hand flew toward my face. Not to hit me. To grab me by the jaw, pull my head down, and kiss me. The taste of her…she bit my lower lip, and I stopped giving a fuck about the telepaths, the price on my head, and the whole damn universe. It could've all gone up in flames. This woman belonged to me. She was mine. I was going to make sure we both knew it.
Angelface
Riddick slid his hands into my hair and grabbed fistfuls of it, pulling down so that my chin was forced up. I felt lips and teeth at my exposed throat, my collar bone, my breast, and it was all I could do not to cry out—half from fear, half from exhilaration.
"Don't you dare hold back," he growled. "Because I won't."
Don't hold back? That was fair enough. I felt a surge of something dark rise within me to throw a shadow over my pleasure. It was a warm shadow, and I liked it.
"You," I said in a low voice, "will not order me."
Then he was on the ground, splayed flat on his back, every muscle in his body straining against the invisible power that held him. A look of shock crossed his face. It should have been mirrored in mine, but I was beyond rational thought. I bent over him and placed a finger beneath his chin.
"You will not give me commands," I murmured softly into his ear, nibbling the lobe. A ripple of muscle movement as his back arched. Sweat stood out on his skin like dew. My fingertips dragged themselves downward to undo his pants, leaving light tracks over his chest and stomach.
"You will never own me, Riddick," I said, running my lips over his exposed left hip. I bit it, and he let out a gasp of pleasure. "That is because in life, we own nothing."
My tongue trailed upward lightly over his skin until I came to his chest. I was leaning over him now on all fours, and I looked into his eyes. He was very still now, watching me. Waiting for an opportunity to strike. Well, I would give it to him. I let my lips hover over his. "Because you will never own me, you will never lose me, either. And I will never lose you, Richard Riddick."
I sat back gently, resting squarely on his pelvis, where heat radiated from its hard center. "Now. Get up."
I felt my will release him, and in an instant he was on top of me. He did not take me, then. We took each other. Our minds and bodies were flames licking at one another, sucking air until it seemed there was none left to be had.