A/N:

Thanks again to my wonderful beta, Honey76; her patience and guidance helped me to write a chapter that otherwise wouldn't have seen the light of day

Jhalya, Pink Dough … two brave reviewers left … thank you so much! It's all yours.

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… jungle once more …

"What do you think you are doing here?"

"Putting my boots back on?" She smiled up to him.

"Don't think so." He loomed over her, a feral glint in his eye, his lips curled in a predatory smile.

Hope continued to lace up her boots.

"Babe!" It nearly sounded like a warning but she pretended to not hear it. She grabbed her utility belt and hopped to her feet. "Come on, let's go back to the ship. It's been nice here but not that nice."

In a motion nearly too fast to see he had fisted his hand in her shirt and pulled her close. "Not that fast, Hope. We are not done yet."

Hope gave him her most innocent smile. "Well, I am; I'm good to go."

He had pulled her close enough for her to feel his erection and as hard as she tried not to she couldn't help but rub herself against him; how could you not be aroused that close to the sexiest man in the whole universe? She really tried to keep that innocent look on her face but failed miserably; her tongue darted out on its own volition, licked across her bottom lip. Her heartbeat had quickened and she had problems to get enough air into her lungs; maybe the Oscar wouldn't go to her at all. "So what do you have in mind? Another exercise?" she tried to sound peeved.

Riddick's hands trailed down her back and cupped her ass. "Indeed. On our way back I'll show you again how to really listen to the sounds around you, how to really see; you haven't exactly covered yourself with glory out there. One day it could save our life so you'd better learn it."

'WHAT?' That was so not the reaction she had anticipated. 'That bastard!' She tried to step away from him but he was having none of it. So she just glared at him and fisted her hands, ready to punch him for his …

"But first you have to learn a much more important lesson … DON'T play with the beast until you are prepared to get ravened." His mouth crashed down on hers, his right hand was fisted in her hair and holding her in place, his tongue forced her mouth open, plundered it until her knees got weak.

"Doff that shirt." The air suddenly became thick with tension.

Her eyes met his gaze, she was aroused but for the first time a tad afraid of what she could see in his face. Her plan to tease him had backfired in a way she never would have thought of; this time she really had unleashed the beast and she wasn't entirely sure if she was able to handle it. Obviously she wasn't fast enough for his taste because the shiv was out of his belt, had cut her shirt open and was secured again before she was able to protest.

"Boots."

This time she immediately bent down to unlace them and put them and her socks off; she felt a thrill of anticipation and was curious how far he would go, afraid and turned on at the same time. Her heart beat furiously and her breathing was ragged when she stared defiantly at him. She swallowed hard when he moved around and behind her with a very carnal grin on his face … it took all her will not to run.

His big hands nearly circled her waist when he pulled her closer and licked across the tattoo on her left shoulder blade and up to her neck. "Mmmh … arousal ..." he growled and then repeated the action on her other shoulder "… with a hint of fear … nothing tastes better." His voice was low and almost soft but she could clearly hear the steal behind it.

"Pants."

She didn't even think about hesitation but her fingers nearly trembled too much to get the buttons of her cargos opened. It was his game now … of surrender and obedience and this time she was willing to obey. Another deep growl in Riddick's chest proved his impatience, reverberated through her upper body.

For a second his thumbs massaged her sweet spot, making her gasp. "I won't say it twice."

She tried to shove them over her hips but he stopped her motion. "I want you to do it just as before." His right hand never left her hip when she bent down, her heart hammering in her chest, her knees short of giving in. Riddick's left hand traveled up her spine, sending uncontrollable shivers through her until he reached her neck, grabbing it in a tight grip. He ripped off her panties in an impatient move.

"Riddick …"

"What?"

"Don't …"

"Don't what?"

She wanted to beg him to stop and at the same time she wanted to cry for more but wasn't able to get out a single word. She was surprised that the hand in her neck didn't frighten her, instead it aroused her even more; her whole body was burning with need.

He watched her for a moment; she was still bent forward, her butt pressing into his groin. He wouldn't only have her … he wouldn't stop fucking her until the beast in him was convinced that he didn't only own her body and heart but her mind and soul … he had to satisfy the beast.

He reached over his shoulder and slipped off his shirt, he didn't bother with stripping his trousers, he just freed his cock from his confinements.

His hand circled her waist, reached down and found her dripping wet for him. 'Better be.' With a self-satisfied groan he buried himself in her. He knew what she'd had in mind when she pulled off that show but not with him. She knew perfectly well about his impatience when he was horny; he had shred more than one of her shirts on that account. Had she really thought he'd just let it slide, walk back to the ship with a pair of blue balls the size of water melons? He would show her to tease him like that. He was beyond holding back; her show had let something snap in him …

Riddick was big but now he seemed to be even bigger, he filled her to repletion, stretched her to the boundaries of pleasure and pain; she knew he was still holding back, but she also knew he wouldn't for very much longer.

Fuck, without anything to hold on she wasn't tall enough for what he had in his mind ... but he would hold that thought. He dropped down on one knee and took her with him, never pulling out; it would be much better without having to lift her up the whole time.

He watched himself gliding in and out of her; a sight he would have loved to see without his goggles. He wouldn't have thought it possible but having her in front of him on her knees, watching himself taking her like that made him even harder.

For a split second he asked himself if she would be able to put up with him, was afraid to hurt her, but he had told her to be careful with him, to not unleash the beast. He had warned her but did she listen? She still didn't believe in his inner beast, didn't fear it like she should.

For the first time he gave in, didn't hold back, buried himself to the hilt in her. Holding his movement for a moment he savored the feeling to be that deep inside her just as much as her crying out in pleasure. Perfect. She was perfect. His hand was still wrapped around her neck when he started to pound into her, that hard and fast he had to hold her to not push her across the whole plateau.

Pure animalistic desire ruled the two of them, her cries of pleasure mingled with his groans. The sounds of the planet seemed to have ceased to be replaced by the sounds of a pair of animals, superior to all of them down there.

It was an incredible feeling to be that deep inside her, to be completely enveloped by her but it still wasn't enough … he had to have her wrapped around him, to see the expression in her eyes. In a quick motion he pulled out of her, had her flipped around and was in her again, pinning her under him before she was able to protest.

His hands held her shoulders from behind, bent her back to get a full sight of her gorgeous body. She was bathed in the golden glow of the sunset in his back, seemed to glow herself.

It was dark enough now to remove his goggles and an impatient movement threw them to the ground. He drank in her sight … her skin glistened, was covered by a thin sheet of sweat, her face was flushed, her eyes closed, her chest heaved fast in accordance to her ragged breathing, her stomach was flat, defined by well trained muscles and her breasts … perfect in size, erect nipples crowning them. His tongue darted out, tasted the skin between her breasts, licking up the tiny drops of sweat pooling there. Her head fell back, exposing her gorge to his mouth, his teeth and he took advantage; he licked across her throat, sucked at the tender flesh just beneath it before turning his attention to her breasts, biting down not too gently on her nipples and making her arch against him and moan with desire.

His grip on her waist tightened, leaving marks on her soft skin.

He sucked her tongue into his mouth, took possession of it as he took possession of the rest of her, his teeth split her bottom lip but she didn't even flinch, she returned his kiss feverishly. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside her, her nails left deep half-moons on his skin, her hands kneaded the corded muscles on his back and she was meeting his strokes with hunger.

She heard his voice but wasn't able to focus long enough on it, too lost in the sensation to concentrate long enough to understand the words he was saying, her whole world was reduced to his cock gliding in and out of her, fucking her senseless.

"Open your eyes. Now. I want to see your eyes." he demanded again. She finally understood his words; she didn't want to, wanted to savor the feeling he created without letting the world in, but he insisted, didn't stop to, and you don't deny Riddick anything. She didn't. Wouldn't. Ever.

His eyes met hers ... looked straight into her core … bared her soul to him.

What she could see in his eyes, the swirling emotions and the final deep thrust sent her into oblivion, the climax rolling in waves through her, shattering her into a million of pieces and making her whole again.

He followed her closely, came with a roar, her name on his lips; the beast had claimed its mate, had found its match in her and finally sated gave in, stepped back and let him take control again.

He scooped her up to him until she sat on his lap, straddling him, his cock still buried deep inside her. His breathing as ragged as hers he leaned his forehead against hers. "Babe, are you OK?" His lips brushed over the outer rim of her ear. "Hurt much?" Her smile was very content when she answered him, nearly purring the words. "Do I look hurt?" she whispered "I really like it when you let cave man out to play once in a while."

With a relieved sigh he buried her face in his neck, hugging her tightly, his hand running slow, soothing circles on her back. They sat there like that for what seemed an eternity until her trembling stopped and she nearly fell asleep.

"Babe, we need to go." Hope rubbed her nose in the crook of his neck and made that small contented sound he loved so much. That and a sleepy 'mhm' was all he got as reaction. "Hope" he ran his knuckles down her jaw and lifted her face to his "we can't stay like that the whole night. Wake up, babe."

His kiss was tender, his lips soft on hers when he parted them with his tongue, let it slide into her mouth. Their tongues danced with each other … there was no need any more to duel for dominance.