Faith in the Darkness
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
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2,865
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3
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5
Riddick watched her slip into the bathroom and listened for the sound of the locking mechanism. It didn't come. Damn, she was cocky. He heard the water start running and pictured her taking off her clothes, stepping into the shower, under the spray. Water running down tanned skin, over muscles and curves, dark hair in a smooth sheet over her shoulders....
Riddick blinked. She was sexy and strong and so very sure of herself. He liked that in a woman. He wondered what she'd do if he joined her in the shower. If she told him to go, he would. Oh, he'd tease her a bit first, maybe wash up and make her wonder a little, but in the end, he'd leave her untouched. He was many things, but not a rapist. But if she didn't tell him to go...
~*~
The water was hot, raining down on her shoulders, beating away the tension. The adrenaline rush had slowed, leaving the pleasant exhaustion that was familiar after a fight. Faith raised her arms up, resting her forearms on the shower wall, just under the spray and lowering her head into the water. She rested there for a moment, remembering the play of muscles under his skin, the strength and power in his hands. A shiver went through her that had nothing to do with cold and she raised her head, turning around.
She wasn't really surprised to see him standing there, only vaguely annoyed that she hadn't sensed his presence sooner. She let her gaze travel over the planes of his chest, hard stomach, narrow hips and lower before she looked at his face. His eyes were shining, quicksilver, full of heat and something like challenge. A dare? Faith felt the lazy smirk curve her lips. She'd never been one to turn down a dare.
~*~
Faith stepped toward him, running her palms over the planes of his chest, to his shoulders. Her nipples brushed against his skin and she dragged his mouth down to hers. The kiss was everything she was; bold, confident, demanding and reckless. Riddick growled, low in his throat, his hands moving to her waist and lifting her up.
"Shower off," he snapped, breaking the kiss. The water stopped running and Faith looked at him.
"What's the matter, Riddick? Not up to the challenge?" she asked, wrapping her legs around his waist and ignoring the evidence that belied her taunt.
"Just need a change of scenery," he replied. He carried her out of the bathroom without stopping for a towel, leaving a trail of water behind them.
"Oh, come on, water sports are great," she said, as he entered his cabin and knelt on the bed.
"Not this time. This time I want you under me," he growled, laying her back against the pillows.
"And what if I said I wanted to be on top?" she asked, already pulling him down to her.
"We'll get to that later," he promised. Faith laughed and Riddick silenced her with a kiss.
~*~
His hands were rough on her skin and she arched against the delicious friction when he cupped her breasts in his palms. His thumbs flicked over her nipples and she bit her lip as the heat blossoming in her belly. She could feel the length of him pressing against her and her hips bucked, instinctively.
Riddick ignored her, taking his time, kneading her breasts, weighing them and finally drawing one taut peak into his mouth. He suckled, hard, his teeth scraping over the sensitive tip and she cried out. One large palm ran down her belly, fingers tangling in the curls between her thighs. Her hips arched against his hand when one fingertip slid into her and she gasped.
~*~
She let out a soft moan when he stroked her and he raised his head from her breasts to watch her face. Her fingers were clenched in the sheets at her sides, her body humming under his hands. He rolled his fingers in her slickness and she parted her thighs further. He was so hard it hurt, but he waited, watching, rubbing the heel of his hand against her mound while his finger stroked deep inside. He heard her breathing grow ragged, saw her knuckles turn white and her jaw clench.
"Riddick..." Her tone was part plea and part warning and he rose to his knees above her. His hands slid to her hips, lifting them until the tip of him was pressed against her entrance. He met her gaze and slid into her in one smooth thrust.
Her breath caught when he filled her, her lips parting in a silent cry. She raised her hips, taking him deeper and he rolled to his back. Straddling him, she ran her hands over his belly, resting her palms on his chest as she rolled her hips experimentally.
Liquid silk caressed him from hilt to tip and Riddick bit back a groan. He saw the smile flicker over her lips, the knowledge that she had power over him, and he bucked against her. She gasped, her hands tensing on her chest and he felt the self-satisfied smirk twisting his lips. Good to know it's a mutual weakness. She moved again and effectively wiped away any thoughts other than easing the growing ache in his groin.
She fucked like she fought, with animal grace and complete abandon, as if nothing in the world existed except these moments. Her head thrown back, her nails digging into his chest, she rode him. His hands found her hips and he increased their pace. His eyes locked on her face as the pressure inside him built and his control grew thin. He clenched his teeth and drew on years of self-discipline. She was close and when she finally came, he wanted to be along for the ride.
~*~
Deep, so deep inside her it almost hurt and she wanted more, harder, faster. Thoughts were irrelevant, the outside world wasn't even a memory. There was nothing, nothing but the rhythm of his body and hers, the sound of her heart pounding in her ears, keeping perfect time. Her body was tense, taut as a bowstring. The hips beneath her thrust, the hands on her waist pulling her down, pulling him deeper and the string snapped.
Someone screamed and Faith dimly realized it had been her. She heard Riddick's animal cry, felt him arch under her as he found release. She collapsed against his chest, her limbs feeling shaky and weak. Nothing around her seemed real. His heart thundered under her ear and she felt his palms run over her back, caressing, his arms tightening around her. Breathing hard, she closed her eyes and let herself drift.
~*~
Riddick blinked. She was sexy and strong and so very sure of herself. He liked that in a woman. He wondered what she'd do if he joined her in the shower. If she told him to go, he would. Oh, he'd tease her a bit first, maybe wash up and make her wonder a little, but in the end, he'd leave her untouched. He was many things, but not a rapist. But if she didn't tell him to go...
~*~
The water was hot, raining down on her shoulders, beating away the tension. The adrenaline rush had slowed, leaving the pleasant exhaustion that was familiar after a fight. Faith raised her arms up, resting her forearms on the shower wall, just under the spray and lowering her head into the water. She rested there for a moment, remembering the play of muscles under his skin, the strength and power in his hands. A shiver went through her that had nothing to do with cold and she raised her head, turning around.
She wasn't really surprised to see him standing there, only vaguely annoyed that she hadn't sensed his presence sooner. She let her gaze travel over the planes of his chest, hard stomach, narrow hips and lower before she looked at his face. His eyes were shining, quicksilver, full of heat and something like challenge. A dare? Faith felt the lazy smirk curve her lips. She'd never been one to turn down a dare.
~*~
Faith stepped toward him, running her palms over the planes of his chest, to his shoulders. Her nipples brushed against his skin and she dragged his mouth down to hers. The kiss was everything she was; bold, confident, demanding and reckless. Riddick growled, low in his throat, his hands moving to her waist and lifting her up.
"Shower off," he snapped, breaking the kiss. The water stopped running and Faith looked at him.
"What's the matter, Riddick? Not up to the challenge?" she asked, wrapping her legs around his waist and ignoring the evidence that belied her taunt.
"Just need a change of scenery," he replied. He carried her out of the bathroom without stopping for a towel, leaving a trail of water behind them.
"Oh, come on, water sports are great," she said, as he entered his cabin and knelt on the bed.
"Not this time. This time I want you under me," he growled, laying her back against the pillows.
"And what if I said I wanted to be on top?" she asked, already pulling him down to her.
"We'll get to that later," he promised. Faith laughed and Riddick silenced her with a kiss.
~*~
His hands were rough on her skin and she arched against the delicious friction when he cupped her breasts in his palms. His thumbs flicked over her nipples and she bit her lip as the heat blossoming in her belly. She could feel the length of him pressing against her and her hips bucked, instinctively.
Riddick ignored her, taking his time, kneading her breasts, weighing them and finally drawing one taut peak into his mouth. He suckled, hard, his teeth scraping over the sensitive tip and she cried out. One large palm ran down her belly, fingers tangling in the curls between her thighs. Her hips arched against his hand when one fingertip slid into her and she gasped.
~*~
She let out a soft moan when he stroked her and he raised his head from her breasts to watch her face. Her fingers were clenched in the sheets at her sides, her body humming under his hands. He rolled his fingers in her slickness and she parted her thighs further. He was so hard it hurt, but he waited, watching, rubbing the heel of his hand against her mound while his finger stroked deep inside. He heard her breathing grow ragged, saw her knuckles turn white and her jaw clench.
"Riddick..." Her tone was part plea and part warning and he rose to his knees above her. His hands slid to her hips, lifting them until the tip of him was pressed against her entrance. He met her gaze and slid into her in one smooth thrust.
Her breath caught when he filled her, her lips parting in a silent cry. She raised her hips, taking him deeper and he rolled to his back. Straddling him, she ran her hands over his belly, resting her palms on his chest as she rolled her hips experimentally.
Liquid silk caressed him from hilt to tip and Riddick bit back a groan. He saw the smile flicker over her lips, the knowledge that she had power over him, and he bucked against her. She gasped, her hands tensing on her chest and he felt the self-satisfied smirk twisting his lips. Good to know it's a mutual weakness. She moved again and effectively wiped away any thoughts other than easing the growing ache in his groin.
She fucked like she fought, with animal grace and complete abandon, as if nothing in the world existed except these moments. Her head thrown back, her nails digging into his chest, she rode him. His hands found her hips and he increased their pace. His eyes locked on her face as the pressure inside him built and his control grew thin. He clenched his teeth and drew on years of self-discipline. She was close and when she finally came, he wanted to be along for the ride.
~*~
Deep, so deep inside her it almost hurt and she wanted more, harder, faster. Thoughts were irrelevant, the outside world wasn't even a memory. There was nothing, nothing but the rhythm of his body and hers, the sound of her heart pounding in her ears, keeping perfect time. Her body was tense, taut as a bowstring. The hips beneath her thrust, the hands on her waist pulling her down, pulling him deeper and the string snapped.
Someone screamed and Faith dimly realized it had been her. She heard Riddick's animal cry, felt him arch under her as he found release. She collapsed against his chest, her limbs feeling shaky and weak. Nothing around her seemed real. His heart thundered under her ear and she felt his palms run over her back, caressing, his arms tightening around her. Breathing hard, she closed her eyes and let herself drift.
~*~