“Sleep, huh?” Riddick could feel Shazza’s suppressed laugh as he carried her across the deck and down the stairs to their cabin below. He let her feet touch the floor again and advanced on her to press her back against the door of their cabin, his hands everywhere at once.
His voice dropped to a low rumble as his lips kissed and sucked along the lines of her throat. “You think Theo was kidding with us?” He nipped her gently at her laugh and finally got the door to their cabin open and kicked it closed behind him.
Unable to wait for her a minute longer, Riddick pressed her against the wall. He loved the feel of her pressed to him; something about her in that dress drove him wild. She even felt softer, it flowed full over her hips, all the way to the floor and pulled her waist in tightly. It pushed her breasts up and his hands flowed over the curves of her body with a will of their own to cup them. Gently at first, and then harder when his thumbs slid over her hardened nipples, in small circles until he panted against the side of her neck.
His hands whispered over the soft material and he pulled his face out of her neck to look at her. He had pulled most of her hair loose when he had carried her down here and he reached up to her wild dark tangle of hair to pull the ties from the rest. She looked different when it was loose; the dark hair framed her pale hard face and softened that as well, just a little.
‘She’s beautiful.’ It wasn’t really something he thought about; he knew it, he just didn’t think too much about it. It wasn’t his nature. It had pissed him off that the merc had looked at her but in a way it made him look at her differently too. Other people saw her as beautiful, as desirable, and she was his.
He ran his hands into her hair and pulled her up to him. He teased her; his tongue traced a line over her bottom lip, before she balanced on her toes and answered him back hard. It still surprised him, even now, the depth of her passion.
Her muffled moan had him press his hips forward to pin her harder against the wall, his touch growing rougher and more insistent the harder he got. Shazza was no less aggressive; her tongue sucked and pulled at his and she bit and nipped at his lip when he came up for air. She might look like a beautiful fragile flower in that dress, but she was all Shazza underneath, hungry, passionate and insistent.
She moaned and pressed her chest forward into his in invitation as her hands fumbled and then tugged at the bottom of his soaked shirt. He chuckled and bit her lip as she growled in her frustration before he pulled the offending shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.
Riddick felt along the front of her dress before his hands moved behind her back to find a way to take it off. And felt buttons, lots of buttons, all the way down the back. He let out a huff of breath in frustration and pulled back to look at Shazza as she started to laugh, a deep sexy sound. “I’m not wearing anything under this…”
It was all she managed to get out before he had pinned her again with a passionate kiss that made her feel light headed. His hand tangled once more in her hair to pull her roughly to him, as though she needed further encouragement. He pulled at the full skirt in a vain attempt to find the hem but her hands were faster, and she held her dress up with one hand and reached for his soaked pants with the other. “Fuck…” They both laughed softly with the strength of their need for each other and Riddick let go of her long enough to undo his pants.
He looked back to her as she held her skirt up and got hit by a wave of…something. He wasn’t sure what it was, he had never felt like that before. Like he wanted to be gentler. He wanted to fuck her silly too, but he wanted something a little more. It was as though for the first time he saw her as something soft and feminine. He didn’t think of Shazza that way, but it surprised him a little to find that he liked the idea anyway.
Shazza eyed him carefully as he stood just in front of her, his body still pressed to hers, the hard length of his erection pressed against the soft fabric of her dress. His eyes were focused intently on her, and a million miles away at the same time, as though she were with him in that other place. “Riddick?…”
He focused fully on her again and leaned in to kiss her, softly this time, and his fingertips traced the lines of her throat and bared shoulders. She was silenced by the delicate touch, she had never imagined he could be so gentle. His hands followed the lines of her collarbones and back up her throat again until he cupped her face between them before he let out a low growl. It was a sound of almost animal contentment.
He kicked his boots off and stepped out of his pants before he picked her up again. Her legs wrapped around his waist easily and he cupped her ass as he strode across to the bed, where he first lowered her and then pinned her beneath him.
“You okay, Riddick?” She shifted her weight a little underneath him and her hands rested against the powerful muscles in his back. A trail of goosebumps followed the path her hands made. He lifted and eased her further into the middle of their bed; he didn’t answer her right away but nipped and nuzzled her neck.
When he had her where he wanted her he pulled his face out of her neck and looked at her again, unsure of what he wanted to say. He pressed his hips forward until the darkened head of his cock just touched her outer lips and made her shiver. Leaned forward on his forearms, his hands in her hair again, her face upturned to his.
She raised her hips in time with the slow shallow thrusts he made but he would push no further; he teased her, right at the entrance, until she wanted to scream. And still he held her like that, his eyes, heavy lidded, watched her carefully.
He spoke so quietly, when he finally spoke, that it made her pay special attention to every word, every nuance. His thumbs caressed over her jaw, her cheeks and her ears and then back again, as he continued to stroke shallowly within her. “You’re beautiful, Shazza.” He held her gaze for a heartbeat and then buried his face in her neck again, to kiss her throat. “And you’re mine.”
To stress the last he entered her fully and they both groaned aloud, her body arching up to his. Her heels dug into his ass to drive him faster but he held that same slow pace until she all but screamed in frustration. Her hips bucked up but to no avail; he held her pinned beneath him as he stroked deep and slow, his hips tilting and changing the angle within her as he withdrew until the pressure had her nearly mindless.
He drove deep within her and tortured her on the withdrawal; she was so close. He knew she couldn’t come like this, she would need him hard and fast, but she was desperate enough to beg, and that’s where he wanted her. Trembling above her, he knew he could do this for hours, just so he could watch her as she was now. She couldn’t take what she wanted from him, but it didn’t stop her from showing him how much she wanted it, from showing how much she needed and wanted him. As much as he needed and wanted her.
“Tell me you’re mine,” his voice ground out between groans, repeated as he nipped her neck, the pressure he had built within her relentless. Her nails scratched at him and sent fire racing down his back. Her heels dug hard into him but with every thrust she lost her control and her thighs trembled against his hips with barely the strength to hang on. Shazza whimpered, a sound so full of need he nearly came. “Tell me.”
Her voice shook with every panted breath, barely a whisper at first. “Please….” Riddick pulled back to watch her face, the hot white flush that filled it and ran across her chest. He pressed slow and hard within her, his pubic bone ground hard against her clit and felt her spasm beneath him with the force of an incipient orgasm. He pulled back at the last moment and she exploded beneath him, not with release but with a heat that set him on fire. “I’m yours! Yours! Riddick!”
His name on her lips was a long drawn out cry of need. “You want me?” He didn’t know why but he needed her to say it, to beg for him if it came to it. He buried himself deep within her and leaned down to nip at her ear, his own voice trembled slightly as he asked. “Tell me you want me, Shazza.” Her pulse raced beneath his lips and he sucked and kissed at the sweat there, the essence of both of them intoxicated him.
He kissed her throat as she whispered, ‘I want you,’ an exhale, a moan, before she clawed at him let out a short cry of need. “I need you, fuck me…please?…”
Her pleading undid him and he pulled out of her ruthlessly and made her growl out her frustrations in a controlled cry. She reached for him as he reached out for her, their bodies tangled and untangled as he forcefully flipped her over onto her knees. His own knees pushed hers out wider as he pinned and mounted her, pushing her further towards the bed with his chest as he draped over her back.
He reached out to bite the sensitive skin of her shoulder as he impaled her in a single forceful thrust. Shazza knotted her fists in the bedding and pushed back hard into him, to take everything he had to give her. He pistoned hard within her, the sound of her every cry spurred him faster until slick with sweat and aching, his hips bucking hard he felt her shatter beneath him. He pressed over her and bit her again and held her like that as his balls tightened and his vision went grey around the edges, everything in him tensed as he came within her.
Riddick eased his weight down fully onto her back and his hand shook as he ran it down her sweat slick skin. He remained buried within her as he pressed her body to the bed underneath him until she lay prone with him suspended just above her back. Their every hard breath brought their bodies together again. He nuzzled through her wild mane of hair and listened to her heart race and then gradually slow. His lips traced over the shell of her ear, stilled by the weight of what he wanted to say to her but couldn’t.
He eased her over onto her back, and wiped her clean with a corner of the sheet, before he settled again into the cradle of her hips. Her eyelashes fluttered closed as she fought sleep, as exhaustion took hold. Gently he kissed her and then eased his weight off her to lie behind her, curled protectively around her body while she slipped off to sleep.
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