Chapter 18
Food. The smell of food filled her nostrils and Anna opened her eyes. Her stomach growled at the smell and she turned her head to find, of all things, Riddick.
"Bo cooked. This time. Get up, Anna. You have to eat."
Bo. Fucking great. Anna rolled her eyes. But she got up. It smelled too good. Following a goggled Riddick out to the kitchen, she was alarmed to find they were alone.
"Where’s Bo?" Her voice came out just the slightest bit resentful.
"Gone. Why?"
She shrugged. "Good."
Riddick chuckled.
Anna knew he expected her to serve him, and she certainly didn’t want to be any more of a bother, so she began dishing up the sweet smelling bread that sat warming on the heating unit. She placed two plates of the steaming, sweet-smelling concoction on the table and turned to Riddick.
"Water?"
He stared at her for what seemed like an eternity, and then nodded.
She poured two glasses and sat down, waiting for him to eat. He looked at her.
"Anna…listen. The men here, hell, the women here, too…they aren’t like you."
Anna nodded. He had that right.
"They expect you to behave in a certain way. Slaves behave in a certain way. I shouldn’t have forced it on you, honey. I just…you won’t make it here if you don’t learn."
He trailed off, and Anna felt the need to reassure him…strangely.
"I know, I know…I mean…you were just trying to teach me…"
His unwavering, goggled stare unnerved her. The poster boy for murder and chaos was sitting two feet from her, and he was certainly not trying to kill, rape or torture her. He was trying to help her understand why he behaved the way he did. Anna thought back to his statement the previous night. Maybe she didn’t know anything about him.
"Riddick…who is Bo?"
He picked up his piece of bread and motioned for her to do the same. She didn’t.
"Is she your friend, or…girlfriend…or what?"
He stared at her, chewing. His strong jaw worked, flexing small muscles in the side of his neck, his throat working as he swallowed. He even ate…..sexily.
Anna returned her eyes to his face. He didn’t answer, but lobbed a question back at her.
"What is it you think I’ve done?"
Anna frowned at him, and picked up her bread. He was finished. It was blissfully her turn.
"What do you mean?" She took a big bite and her stomach accepted it, albeit grudgingly.
"You thought I’d rape you…right?"
She stopped eating. It was making her stomach ache. She stopped breathing, too.
"Anna….you thought I would rape you, right?"
She nodded slightly.
"Do you still think that?"
She shook her head.
Nodding, he leaned back from the table, his chair balancing his weight precariously on two legs.
"Anna, we’ll only be here a few months. Tops. Then we can leave."
Her heart leaped. Leave?!
In the next moment he was up and walking out of the apartment, Anna standing in the doorway of the kitchen in shock.
"Stay HERE. Okay?"
She nodded.
They were going to leave!
She cleaned up, ate a little more, and roamed around the apartment, eventually testing the front door. Locked from the outside, of course, it resisted her attempt. Not that it mattered, where would she go?
She returned to her own room, finding her new black, size 8 clothes in the closet. Bo didn’t miss a beat, she thought sarcastically. Showering, she relaxed a bit and then decided to try them on.
They were tight. Size 8. Yeah, right. The t-shirt clung to her, even with the new bra, and the pants barely fit over her hips. But, they were clean and she needed them. She was absolutely alone in the apartment for a couple of hours, relaxing and thinking.
They were leaving Sotura. She just had to hold on for a little while, and they would go. She held onto that hope and felt relieved and excited.
When Riddick returned, his gaze sought her, and his face relaxed into an almost relieved expression when he found her sitting on the couch.
She stood, facing him and waiting, and he put down the bags he carried. His eyes swept her body, and she felt the familiar heat begin to build. His fingers dimmed the lights even as his other hand came up to slide the goggles over his head and hold them, dangling from his grip.
Her feet were bare, and the t-shirt barely covered her tummy. His eyes held at both places for breathtaking seconds before moving to her hair and hovering there. Anna took her own leisurely path, admiring him and marveling at his size and perfection.
The light was now dim, and she could see pretty well, but the corners of the room were covered in black shadows. Riddick advanced, holding a small bag out to her. She took it, and squealed in delight at the hairbrush it contained. She met Riddick’s eyes.
"Thank you, Riddick."
He smiled, and actual smile…not a smirk…and she arched toward him in response. A quick frown creased his brow, fading immediately to a relaxed, interested expression.
Anna ran the brush through her hair and sighed.
"Bo picked it out." He watched her carefully.
Anna rolled her eyes and threw it onto the couch. Riddick put his tongue in his cheek and cocked his head to the side.
"She’s my sister, Anna."
Anna’s eyes flew to his gleaming orbs. She shook her head.
"They said on the news you were adopted."
He nodded. "Well, ok…my foster sister. We grew up in the same house."
Anna felt remarkable. His sister!
She smiled at him. And then went still. Why was he telling her Bo was his sister?
"Great. She’s your sister." She shrugged as if she didn’t care.
She didn’t. She really didn’t.
Riddick caught her hair in his grip, halting her movements. Her breath caught in her throat and her body immediately began to burn. She raised her face to his and parted her lips.
This was it….this was it…
He put his face a breath from hers.
"I think you were jealous, honey."
She tried to shake her head, deny his accusation, but he was so close and his lips were right there…if she shook her head…her mind whirred…their lips would touch.
"I am not…"
His growling chuckle filled the room.
"Okay, honey. You’re not."
Was she? Anna fought an internal battle. She couldn’t give in, or she’d be lost. She had to just hold on until they left Sotura…
"When are we leaving here? Where are we going?
Riddick’s lips twitched, but he didn’t release her hair. He used it to pull her head back slightly, and Anna stood, her back arched, his lips so close she could see the tiny lines on them…
"We’re going back out, and we’ll find a place. A place you like."
Anna’s eyes grew round as saucers. A place she –liked--? Back out? We’ll find a place?
"You..you’re keeping me with you?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
Her face exposed a gamut of emotions and she straightened a little as she reached her decision.
"I want to go home, Riddick."
He shook his head. "No."
She started to shake. "Why?"
He shook his head again. "You can’t, Anna. You just can’t."
Anna swallowed, her heart tapping thunderously behind her ribcage, and she raised one hand to his cheek. He stiffened as she ran one finger down his strong jawline.
His grip in her hair tightened, and her head tipped a little more as he pulled.
Disbelief crossed his features, and he searched her eyes.
She added two more fingers to the trail her finger traced, slipping them over his face and down the side of his neck.
"Touch me, Riddick. Touch me."
He began to growl, almost imperceptibly, low in his throat, and his body moved closer to hers as he pushed his hips forward.
"Anna…" he warned, "…don’t…"
She stopped him, and with a deep breath, made her offer.
"Touch me. As much as you want. As long as you want. And then…" she flattened her palm against his chest, "…then take me home."
He released her immediately, her hair slipping easily through his fingers and he growled louder.
He looked…disappointed. And very, very angry.
Glittering eyes locked with hers and his breathing increased. Slightly. But for Riddick, well, that was a big deal, she thought. He was plenty pissed. She opened her mouth to speak, to try to make it right. He put up one hand to stop her.
"Shut up, Anna. Shut up."
She closed her mouth and stood, still as a statue. This wasn’t the time to disobey.
Riddick ran one hand over his head, silently struggling for control.
When he looked up at her again, chest heaving and eyes flaming to life, she knew he hadn’t found it.
She stepped back, instinctively, at the look on his face.
He spoke to her in a calm, deep voice…lilting and easy.
That was probably not good, since every body movement suggested rage and unrestrained violence.
"Do you think it’s that easy, Anna? Really? You’ll just let me touch you, let me do what I want with you, and I’ll just let you go??"
She didn’t move or speak. He advanced, like a cat stalking it’s prey, and backed her up against the wall as he moved. She couldn’t stop her feet from moving, and when she felt the wall against her back, she gasped. She was stuck. No way out. And he was coming, as he always did, within a whisper of touching her.
"It’s not…" he paused, "it’s not that easy, Anna."
Riddick hooked one long finger through the belt loop on her snug pants and pulled her hips forward, stopping only when he couldn’t get her any closer without touching her.
She stared at his mouth, his eyes, his nose, his jawline, and was absolutely overwhelmed with need. He stirred something in her that she hadn’t even known existed before she met him. But she could never love him, or be with him. He was a convict!
She stared at him, her body yearning and her brain screaming, and a tear escaped, sliding down her cheek in one long, lone trail. He licked his lips as he watched its progress. Anna opened her mouth to speak, and his gaze fell there, burning her lips and quickening her pulse.
Her voice rose in panic and need…
"What do you want from me??!"
Riddick frowned a little, as if considering that. And then he tilted his head and told her. And Anna would never, ever be the same.
"I want you to miss me when I’m not with you. I want you to run up to me when I come back because you’re thrilled to see me again-"
Anna choked out a sob as he continued, his voice husky with his soft admissions…
"I want you to scream my name when I finally do touch you, Anna, because you are fucking consumed with need for me."
She slumped against him, pressing against him in total surrender, her body reacting to his voice, his honesty, and their short but extreme past. Resisting was not something her body would allow.
But Riddick released her belt loop, and pushed away from her, robbing her of the feel of his hard chest, his strong hips, and the part of him she needed more than anything.
He stopped her when she pushed from the wall to feel him again. One slight shake of his head, and an expression of fierce need and possessiveness on his beautiful face.
She stopped and he swallowed and finished, biting off the last word in an angry but wistful voice that called to her, every part of her.
"I want you to stay with me, Anna."
Chapter 19
She caught her breath and stared at him. He was sure she had been ready…really ready. Then, she’d made him her offer and he’d realized all she wanted was to leave him. And that was driving him nuts. Sure, it hadn’t been easy for her, he figured. But the way she looked at him, the way she reacted to him..he was sure she wanted to stay.
It figured that he would grow attached to her. That was the way he did everything. Pick the hardest fucking route imaginable and go down it full speed. And Anna was definitely the hardest route, scared to death of him and completely unable to survive on her own anywhere he was comfortable. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
She faced him, lips parted, her face revealing her shock, her fear, and her absolute arousal. He smelled it, felt it in the air. She wanted him more than before, even. His heart picked up its pace when she moved toward him again, and this time, he didn’t stop her.
She walked to him, holding his eyes with her turquoise gaze and stopped in front of him, biting her lip, her bare toes to his booted feet.
He didn’t move, didn’t want to scare her again. If he moved at all, she’d probably be back up against the wall in two seconds. Not that he blamed her. He was a scary mother-fucker. So he stood there, unmoving, watching her fight with herself. Watching her decide whether or not to kiss him.
She touched his chest first, pressing her small hand flat against the middle of it, and then running it down to rest against his abdomen. He felt her hand on him and still he did nothing, wanting her to be sure…to be ready. His stillness spurred her on, and she raised another hand to his bicep, her fingers trailing down his arm, and he watched her as she reacted to the power she felt there.
Her eyes were glazed, her tempting lips parted as her breathing became more and more unsteady. She unquestionably wanted him. He breathed in, searching the air for the scent of fear, and he finally moved when her scent, strong and spicy, hit him full force. Anna was all need and no fear, and he couldn’t…wouldn’t wait one more second.
He pushed his body toward her, letting her hands move to his shoulders instinctively, and lowered his voice to a soft rumble.
"Ask me again, Anna."
Her eyes met his and she gave in. He saw it on her face, read it in her body language, and heard it in her voice even as she begged him. He had known she would, but the words and her voice were so sweet, he’d waited for what seemed like so long, that he choked at the emotion that rose in his throat and tightened his gut.
"Please touch me, Riddick. Oh, god…"
She leaned to him, and one hand came up to cup her face even as he sought her hips with the other. His name tumbled from her lips as he pulled her close, aligning their bodies in that perfect, shocking way.
"Riddick…"
He ground his hips against her, and Anna melted into his arms. His strength, his size, his every nuanced expression made her weak and wanting and she couldn’t fight that..even though he was who he was..and even though she was here instead of home…she wanted him.
She needed his touch. She felt his hardness press into her and she looked up into his gleaming eyes as his strong hand covered her face and her neck while his thumb brushed over her bottom lip.
Shivers of excitement flowed through her, and she raised up on her toes as he lowered his head to bring his lips to hers. He was warm, and he tasted heavenly, hot and dark and sweet, and Anna moaned into his mouth as their lips touched. He reacted by pulling her closer, tightening his hands on her face and hips and pushing her back toward the couch.
She felt it hit her legs a split second before she fell back, softly landing on the cushions with Riddick’s hands now behind her head and gripping her thigh. Her moan turned to a primitive groan of need when she felt his fingers glide higher, sliding to the inside of her shaking thigh and squeezing there. He didn’t break the kiss, holding her head with one giant hand and pushing his tongue into her mouth with urgency.
Anna arched toward him, and felt the glorious sensation of her nipples pressed into rock hard pecs. His lips trailed to her neck and she moaned again, over and over…shocked, hoarse sounds of need escaping her lips as he bit and licked her throat. She thought she would float off the couch, she thought she would never breathe again, and she wondered why she heard the distant sound of knocking.
He heard it too, obviously, because he raised his head to meet her questioning gaze, frowning in confusion. The noise grew louder, a voice rising, and he turned his head toward the door with a frustrated growl. Anna knew then, finally, that someone was at the door.
They stared, their eyes locked for another moment and then Riddick pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, wetting it with his tongue, and Anna sighed, thinking how wonderful his every movement made her body feel. When he stood, her entire body wept, mourning the loss of his heat, his weight, and the fire he ignited simply by touching her.
Riddick strode to the door and threw it open and Anna was up and by his side the moment his shocked curse filled the air. He bent his knees and held out his arms, catching Bo as she fell through the doorway, fainting into his grasp.
He stared at her a moment before picking her up and carrying her to the couch. Anna closed and locked the door, then followed. She looked bad. Blood was everywhere and her face had been totally white when she had fainted into Riddick’s arms.
Riddick pressed a hand to her side, where she bled profusely, and Anna ran to her bathroom, grabbing towels and running back into the living room in time to see Riddick push Bo’s hair back from her drenched forehead. His expression was desolate, shocked and pained.
Anna’s heart clenched with emotion as she went to kneel beside the couch. She felt for a pulse, and was relieved when she felt it, slight and irregular, beneath her fingers. She looked at Riddick.
"Do you have a first–aid kit?"
He nodded and ran from the room. Bo’s eyes fluttered open and focused on Anna, who was busily stripping the fabric of her shirt away from her shotgun wound. Anna paused, meeting her gaze and she smiled a calming and reassuring smile. Bo grimaced and spoke softly.
"Hey, Stretch. It’s pretty bad, huh?"
Anna kept her face blank and she spoke softly to Bo.
"It’s going to be fine, Bo. Just try and relax."
Riddick produced the first-aid kit, and sat on the floor beside Anna, holding Bo’s limp hand. Anna worked quickly, cleaning the wound, keeping pressure on it, and turning Bo over to check the exit wound on her back. She cleaned that as well and stitched as well as she could, Riddick helping her turn Bo over and meeting her gaze with a hopeful look.
She nodded to reassure him, even though she wasn’t at all sure herself, and tried to make Bo as comfortable as possible. She was breathing shallowly, but her pulse strengthened gradually. Anna kept a cool cloth on her face and spoke to her softly.
Deciding not to move her, Anna adjusted the blanket she’d spread over Bo and stood, satisfied that she would pull through. Riddick motioned her toward the kitchen and they faced each other in the dimmed room, the tension in the air melting away as they spoke quietly.
"She’ll be ok, but she’s going to be very tired and very sore for a few days."
He nodded. "Good." He looked at her and almost smiled, just a tiny lift of the corner of his incredibly well-shaped lips.
She loved it when he did that.
"Thank you."
She nodded back. "It’s okay. You’re welcome."
He did smile then. "Would you have taken care of her if you hadn’t known she was my sister?"
She returned his almost…my god…teasing smile and basked in his attention. It warmed her like sun rays and she felt herself turn pink from his open and friendly gaze. She was going to get a sunburn if this kept up.
She wanted it to continue, so she tried to relax, but it was hard. So hard. He made every single muscle in her entire body flex, reach, need.
She drew in a breath when she saw him watching her. He knew what he did to her. He knew it. But…Anna thought to herself…she could pull a reaction from him, too. Her breasts grew taut at the thought of such a man responding to her physically. She glanced into the living room, where Bo rested on the couch.
Returning her gaze to Riddick she answered him honestly.
"Yes. But I wouldn’t have liked it." She gave him an impish smile.
He stood still, watching her for another long moment, and her lips began to tingle with the memory of his mouth touching hers. The tingle spread, down her spine and over her shoulders, warming her, thrilling her. She licked her lips and he stepped forward, hesitantly…and Anna held her breath for a long moment. She moved toward him and he groaned, reaching for her.
They fell together, both moving hard and fast, and their lips tangled, pressing, questioning. Anna gave him everything, opening her mouth to his commanding tongue and moaning for him when he wrapped it around hers, coaxing and demanding.
He grabbed her hips, filling his hands with her curves and pushed her against the counter. She went willingly, she gave willingly. Surrender and awe overwhelmed her senses as she felt him press against her.
Anna felt her knees weaken and she leaned her body into Riddick. He growled at her, and the sound of his voice, the absolute heaven of his touch, filled her with intense longing. His hands moved over her, up to hesitate at her ribs, and she felt his thumbs brush the underside of her breasts. They responded instantly, swelling and peaking, straining toward him.
She let her arms glide up around his shoulders and lifted to her toes, feeling his tongue stroke hers in slow, heated caresses. Her skin burned, her blood was liquid fire, and she pushed her hips forward, seeking his hardness. She wasn’t high enough, even on her toes and she begged him with a soft sound.
Riddick felt her surrender, heard her moans of need and pleasure, and thought a more perfect feeling could not possibly exist. His stomach clenched and he recognized part of it as need, desire…but it was more. Something unidentifiable wound its way through him, pulling at him, yanking strings that attached to his gut, his spine and his heart.
He followed it, letting it lead him, and he felt Anna straining for him, climbing up him, practically. The thought that he was about to press his dick into her welcoming body, even through clothes, even pressed up against the kitchen counter, was almost too much to take. His throat contracted and Riddick tried to identify the sensation. What the hell was happening to him?
Anna pushed up as far as she could, and felt Riddick’s hands slide back down to her hips. And then he was lifting her, pushing her back against the counter and melding his hips to hers with a groan. She sighed into his mouth, which never left hers, and felt pleasure wash over her body in hot, rippling waves. When they were pressed together, his substantial size eliciting another moan of need, she felt her legs buckle, tremble, and give way.
He held her there for a moment before his own legs began to shake, the frenzy of hands, lips and groins all touching causing him to feel as if he’d been punched. He felt it course through his body, overtake him, and they sank to the floor, entwined, mouths sucking and hands clutching as they collapsed to the cool tile.
He sat, her straddling his lap and their lips locked together in mutual surrender. His lips were masterful, pulling at hers, covering her mouth and forcing shocked, muffled sounds of awe from her throat. He pulled her hips forward, and when they met again she thrust toward him and he gripped her ass in complete amazement.
Fully clothed, she pushed against his cock and he was scared to death he’d ruin it all right there by either coming in his pants or sobbing into her hair. Emotion, pure and terrifying, filled him. And Anna gave into him completely, alternately taking control of their kiss and melting against him as he took it back.
Finally, they pulled back, their lips clinging, meeting again, and slowly releasing as Riddick raised his gigantic hand to her throat. He felt her pulse, fast and hard, against his palm as he pressed it against her neck and chest, splaying his fingers in a possessive caress. She searched his eyes and waited, breathing shallowly through her already swollen lips.
His damn throat closed again, and Riddick growled against the feeling, dismissing it as he pulled her back in for another kiss.
His hand slid under the thin shirt, the only thing between his fingers and her aching breasts, and set her stomach on fire with a strong touch. She pushed her hips into him again and felt him, long and rock hard against her pubic bone. Pushing, aching she kept the pressure there as swells of shocking strength began between her legs.
He pulled on her shirt, and it gave easily, stretching and then disappearing as he released her lips, pulled it up over her head, and then captured her mouth again with a hand at her nape. Her nipples grazed his own thin shirt, their sensitivity almost painful as they peaked against his chest.
And then…..yes…his palm cupped her breast, tested its weight, and a strangled groan filled her ears as he closed his hand around her aching flesh. Their lips parted and she let her head fall back, her hips still pressing, and moaned loudly. He covered both breasts now, his large hands warm against her chest, and he pushed them both up, lowering his lips to one aching tip.
Anna arched, and her hips bucked, and then she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, and she ground her mound against his hardness, feeling his arms go round her hips and his mouth pull in more of her breast as he teased her nipple with his tongue. She pushed, over and over, against him, grinding against his hips, gripping him with her thighs and she was close….so close….
He stilled her hips with both big hands, releasing her breast from his warm mouth in the same instant. Her eyes opened, and she met his hot gaze in bewildered, frustrated need. His fingers flipped the catch on her pants, and she gasped as he gripped the open waist and pulled, the zipper ripping as it gave way. Her hips surged, seeking relief for her tortured center, and she braced her hands on his wide shoulders as she straddled him, tightening her thighs against the clenching need.
He was so fast…so fast…and Anna was on her back before she even realized he had gripped her, rolled her and pulled her cargo pants off in one swift movement. He used his fist, reaching over one hard-planed shoulder to grip his own shirt and pull it over his head fluidly, tossing it aside.
Her hands came up of their own accord, greedily running over his upper body, his arms, his abs, his chest. She bit her lip and he ran his hand from her throat to her navel, causing her to arch, gasp, moan and wail in mindless pleasure. He lowered, the rough material of his pants frustrating her, and he covered her body with his in a dominant gesture.
She lifted her head from the floor, mouth open and hands pulling at the back of his neck, and he came to her, their lips touching softly now, exploring and teasing. His hand swept down her side, lifting her bent leg higher with a hand under her, and she wrapped it around his hip, straining to pull him closer. He complied by grinding his crotch against her naked mound, and she nearly wept in pleasure.
Her breath caught and choked in her throat, her moans turning to begging gasps as she felt him against her, now only one layer of cloth between her and the focal point of her dreams since she’d met this man. She had felt it pressed to her, but feeling it inside her was absolutely necessary now, and she tried to show him, tell him…but her voice wouldn’t come, no words would form as he pulled away to look down at her.
She ran her hands down his body, stopping when she felt the clasp of his pants and meeting his gaze with glazed eyes. She pulled on the clasp, feeling the metal pull from its hook, and the waist fell open, allowing her hand to slip to the top of his zipper. It clicked, slowly, as she pulled down, the sound rasping in the open room, mixing with their labored breathing and her own sounds of awed desire.
He was braced above her, one strong arm holding his upper body slightly off her, his hips pressed to hers. She lowered her leg to the floor, keeping her knee bent and slipped her hand inside his pants, feeling the crisp, coarse hair touch her fingertips. He inhaled, and bent to touch her lips with his once more.
Anna arched her back, lifted her hips and elicited a groan from the big man who now commanded her body as she rocked her hips up, letting her own soft hair brush his now bare lower stomach. He stood, taking her with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he gripped her bare bottom, moving from his knees to his feet as easily as if she weighed nothing. Anna moaned at his strength, wet liquid covering her thighs as she felt him place her on the counter.
His pants whispered as they fell, sliding against strong thighs and he kicked them off, standing before her breathtakingly, wonderfully, incredibly naked. His eyes hugged her curves, tracing hot trails over her skin, but Anna knew that he couldn’t be anywhere near as amazed as she.
His body emanated masculinity, strength,….animal power. And her body reacted, and she reached her arms out to him, moaning as he stepped closer, allowing her hands to make contact.
She felt his hips, narrow and powerful, and traced the V that had caught her attention so long ago, in another dimension, when they had been alone together on the ship. She flattened her palm against the rippling muscles of his stomach, her wide eyes and roving hands worshiping his perfection as she felt them contract against her fingers.
She raised her eyes to meet his molten silver gaze. It was bright, hot and it stopped her from moving entirely. He rubbed both hands up her thighs, halting his thumb a heart stopping inch from her core. Her thighs trembled and he kissed her, tender lips becoming demanding again as he took her mouth. He flexed his fingers on her thighs, keeping his thumb an inch away, just touching her honeyed curls. She pushed forward on the counter, but he moved with her, waiting.
His look took her breath as he stood, statue still, between her trembling thighs, his thumb hovering so close to her swollen nub.
He melted her with his question, her heart falling to her stomach at his tiny frown, his hopeful expression.
"Do you want me to, Anna?"
She nodded, her voice trembling just like the rest of her as she answered his following husky inquiry.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, God, Riddick…please. Touch me, touch me, touch me…"
Her voice faded away, begging and soft, and he raised one hand to cup her face, parting her lips with a finger on her chin and then letting his hand fall to her breast. His thumb pushed against her, moving up quickly to find and center on her clit, rubbing intoxicatingly slow circles against it.
His teeth nipped her lower lip, and he sucked it into his mouth, and swept his tongue over it. As she pulled away slightly, he caught her lip again with his teeth, holding it a long moment, quickening the circles he made between her legs with a maddening thumb, before letting her shaking lip slip from his bite.
He pulled her body forward, she barely sat on the counter now, and braced her up against his smooth body. His fingers parted her folds, and she gasped, looking deeply into his eyes. He raised an eyebrow, his thumb never stopping, and pushed the tip of one big, long, fantasy-inducing finger against her opening. She was soaked, dripping, overflowing.
Riddick waited, rubbing circles on her hardened button, and let her take her time. He watched her rise up, and slowed his thumb, making her groan in need. When he stopped completely, she gripped his shoulders, pulling at him and seeking his lips with hers.
He tipped his head back, denying her access to his kiss. She rolled her hips and his finger pushed against her. Anna’s mind floated back to his hoarse admissions…he wanted her to want him, to want to stay with him. He wanted her to ask him to touch her, show him she wanted him. She wondered, dreamily, if she would be the first person to do so.
Finding her voice, Anna thrilled him, and he repaid her as only he could.
"I want to be with you, Riddick, stay with you…please…pleeeassee…"
She whimpered as she bucked her hips once more onto his teasing fingers.
Riddick pushed one finger into her, pushing against her clit with his thumb, this time flicking it in a sideways motion. He pumped her slowly, letting the tip of his finger slip all the way out each time before he slowly shoved it back in to his knuckle.
She was tight…and he paused slightly, she was very, very tight. He made her as wet as possible, teasing her mercilessly. He felt her body stiffen, and he gripped her face, meeting her eyes as he pushed another finger inside her, quickening the pace on her clit and watching her face as her expression changed from pure lust to pleasure to shock at the strength of her oncoming climax.
He pulled his fingers out, keeping the pressure on her hardened tip, and held her there, teetering at the brink of fulfillment.
"Please, Riddick…" she begged, beyond caring now, knowing only that the feeling she was about to experience was incomparable.
She met his eyes, and he smiled at her, watching her squirm. He waited until he saw her need relent, just a little, and she drew in a shaky breath.
"Riddick…"
He grabbed her then, lifting her up off the counter in one quick motion, pressing the small of her back against the edge and slamming into her, stretching her, filling her, and Anna cried out as she felt her body give against his size..opening to accept him, and then felt him ram home, all the way into her, touching parts of her she hadn’t even known existed. Her wide eyes fluttered closed in rapture, and Riddick bent his forehead to hers, standing with her, inside her, and feeling his body relax into hers.
He was home.
He kissed her throat, and she moaned his name, responding when he experimentally flexed his hips with a scream of pleasure. Her body gripped him, and Anna felt her innermost walls begin to flex quickly…and then she fell off the edge.
Screaming his name, clutching to him, she rode the swell of absolute bliss that filled her, taking her over. He pushed into her, hard and fast, sliding into her depths easily now..and their fit was tight, even with her wetness, he could feel the sides of her expand with each thrust.
Anna threw her head back, her hips rolling to meet each thrust and she felt her orgasm grip her, moving over her body in strong, extended shockwaves of gripping pleasure. It held her, washed over her, and then faded, slowly.
She opened her eyes and Riddick lifted her up, waiting until she had her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her down the hall easily, kicking open the bedroom door and following her down onto the bed, his eyes never leaving hers.
She had never dreamed he would be so….sensual. Erotic. She had known, though, that it would change her completely. Her back hit the chilly sheets, and the heat of Riddick’s body covering hers felt like fire in comparison.
He rocked his hips, pushing back into her completely, filling her again, and Anna cried out. Riddick lowered his mouth to hers and she met him thrust for thrust as he increased his pace, growling out as he plunged all the way into her silky depths.
"Perfect. Fucking perfect."
She moaned her agreement and lifted her hips off the bed, gripping his massive arms for support.
She felt it begin again, and he felt it, too. His smile, as he looked down into her shocked face, drove her closer to the brink. Anna felt the words tumble from her lips, barely aware that she spoke out loud.
"I want to stay with you, Riddick…Riddick…Oh, yes…Riddick…."
With her moaning his name and telling him what he wanted to hear, Riddick felt his own completion begin. He grasped her hips, driving into her hard and fast and bringing them both to a shuddering, mind-blowing climax.
She gripped him with her thighs, feeling the shudders fade away, and kept her eyes tightly closed, clinging to the last shivering contraction. He kissed her lips, softly, and she floated back to earth, feeling the bed beneath her, warm now from their heat, and his body weight on her, pressing her into the mattress. Making her his.
She opened her eyes and met his heavy lidded gaze. He frowned a little, like he did when he was about to say something important, Anna realized. She loved it.
"Anna-" he began and then shook his head, as if to clear it.
He tried again.
"Anna, I…." he met her widening gaze and she pressed her finger to his lips.
She smiled and ran one hand over his smooth head, down his neck and over one massive, bulging shoulder.
She shook her head, keeping her finger on his smooth, full lips, stopping whatever he was about to say.
She whispered to him, pulling him down to her as she opened her mouth for another kiss.
"Later…it can wait…"
He captured her mouth in a long, deep kiss. She moved a bit, shifting under his weight, and he rolled so she straddled him and he was on his back. She lifted, and he stopped her, stilling her hips once again with his big hands. She drew in her breath in shock when she felt him jerk inside her, already growing hard.
She looked at him, her eyes churning with emotion and need.
"Again…?"
He chuckled, pulling her forward and causing her to gasp out his name.
"Yeah, Anna. Again-" he pulled her down to capture her lips with his…"-and again, and again."
She opened to him, pulling his tongue and his hardness inside with a sigh.