Bringing it down

Chapter 7 Closer


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Hours later.

Riddick heard her cry out and moan. He went to check on her and found that she was still asleep. She had tears on her cheeks and was crying softly.

“Karyn” he said in a low voice. No response.

“Karyn” he said a little louder and shook her lightly. Still no response.

He looked at her. Shit she looked worn out! She had dark circles under her eyes and a bruise on her left cheek where he had hit her. She had bite marks on her neck. He felt a stir in his groin when he saw those and remembered how they got there. Bastard, he thought to himself, she's probably having nightmares right now about you, and all you're thinking ´bout is fucking her again.

He sighed and lay down beside her, put his heavy arms around her and hushed her like you would a baby until her crying faded and she seemed to relax again.

Karyn mumbled something unrecognizable and turned towards him, leaning her head against his chest and continued to sleep.

Riddick had stiffened when she moved but finally he relaxed, he felt oddly satisfied being able to comfort another human being… even if it was in her sleep.

Soon he drifted and was fast asleep himself.


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Several hours later Karyn began to wake, and in the first moments she felt safe in the warmth of another human body. She froze when she realized where she was and whose body was making her feel secure. Carefully she started to move to try to get up off the bed, with the only result that the arms holding her in a firm grip tightened around her.

Karyn looked up at him and found that he was staring right back at her with those amazing, glittering eyes. She was unable to look away and their eyes locked; faces at most 3 inches away from each other.

Without saying a word he slowly lowered his face towards her and when his lips brushed against hers, her innermost exploded with desire, her head spinning. What was happening to her? Why did it feel this good? Why did HE feel this good? She was going to burn in hell for this!

No doubt….

His kiss deepened and he growled when he felt her response, his tongue exploring her mouth and tasting her sweetness. She moaned and tried to break free but his grip around her body tightened. He broke the kiss and looked at her, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t you trust me?” he asked.

A look of confusion and need passed her face as she, barely visible, shook her head. Her eyes pleaded with him to understand.

“Trust me” he said in a husky voice and with that he shifted position slightly and started to pull off her top once more.

Karyn tried to cover herself.

“Riddick.” She spoke quickly. “You affect me, I admit that, but I don't want to do this, I may….”

“Karyn!” he interrupted her sharply, and continued with his deep voice “it's not your choice. You're not in charge here!”

She shivered when she realized what he indicated.

“But what do you want with me?” she asked in a small voice.

“I don't have a plan. You came to me, remember!” He laughed a short, harsh laughter. “I didn't exactly pull you out of cryosleep.”

A convulsion shot through her body when she remembered her fellow passengers.

“You killed all those people!” she half screamed and squirmed to get out of his grip. He clasped her wrists in one hand and forced her arms above her head, then he leaned in so he lay partly on top of her, effectively pinning her down to the mattress.

He lowered his head and lazily licked a path along her throat. With his lips almost touching her left ear he breathed:

“Actually, Karyn Wade” his whisper gave her goosebumps all over, “they're not dead, they're fine. They are in deep sleep and with the emergency beacon signaling, someone oughta pick ´em up before they mummify.”

He smiled a predatory smile: “Don't you think they're better off without me? Maybe they are the lucky ones…?”

Her head fell back against the pillow, and she slowly shook her head, trying still to grasp the situation.

When Riddick felt her relax beneath him he began to lazily caress her naked upper body with his free hand. He firmly squeezed one breast before he lowered his head and grazed her nipple with his teeth; he continued to suckle her nipple while his hand wandered towards her belly.

Karyn arched with pleasure, closing her eyes. God! It felt good.

Riddick stopped for a moment, holding his big hand over the lower part of her stomach and looked at her, without saying a word, but as to say: “I accept this”, or even “I care”.

She frowned. She couldn't put the pieces together about what she knew about this man. He had a frightening reputation and appearance, and towards her he had been both brutal as well as caring. What was the deal?

She stiffened as his hand continued to move towards her pubic bone, unbuttoning her pants on the way and slipped between her folds, with his fingers starting to circle her sensitive button. She was still so sore.

“Relax” he whispered in an almost hypnotic voice. “It's ok. I won't hurt you.”

Karyn whimpered, half for the pleasure of what he was doing and half because of the aching between her legs. “I'm not ready for this again”.

“Sch-sch” he hushed. “I'll make you ready”.

He rose to his knees and pulled off his tank top, exposing his amazing muscular chest for the first time. She couldn't stop herself:

“You're beautiful” she whispered.

He smiled and lowered himself on top of her, covering her naked skin with his which sent bolts of electricity through her body and awoke a longing in her for something she'd never known she missed.

“Mmmm” she moaned and closed her eyes.

Suddenly he sat back up.

“Let me look at you” he said rather rough and in a demanding tone, “take off those pants”.

She hesitated, suddenly feeling afraid again. Like the game had changed once more.

“It isn't a suggestion” he continued in a harsh voice.

When she still couldn't move his eyes narrowed, and the gleaming silver in them enhanced the dangerous look of a predator.

“What do you think s´gonna happen here?” he asked, deceivingly casual.

Who have you been fooling, she thought to herself. He is NOT a nice guy. Suddenly she found a string if strength and spat out in a cascade of words:

“I think you're gonna fuck me for as long as you enjoy it and when you get bored you're gonna kill me, fuck me again and then dump me in space!” And by that she knew she was right and she just wasn't going to cooperate anymore now matter what her traitorous body felt. Better to have her pride.

He let out a raw, almost inhuman laughter.

“Is that so? That's what you think, huh?” He forcefully squeezed her wrists with his hand, that was still holding both of hers in a firm grip, which made her arch with pain.

“Well maybe you're fuckin´ right” he snarled “and maybe I just got bored with you”.

“Well” she angrily spat back, “It's not like you have any other fuckable object within light-years from here!”

Furiously he pulled her up and shook her. She kicked out and actually hit him in the crotch – again!

Immediately she knew she was dead.

His grip loosened slightly as he bent down in pain. She quickly pulled her hands out of his grip and without thinking she grabbed the small metal bedside table that was semi-attached to the wall next to the bed and hit him as hard as she could in the head.