Carolyn gasps as she's lifted, her arms twisting around his shoulders in return, one hand dragging over his head. A burst of light in her minds eye and she remembers Riddick pulling a gag from her mouth, heaving her to her feet and carrying her out of somewhere dank and moldy. A basement. Bruises on her face. His hand easing her head down to a pillow.

She moans once, half her own need, half shock, and her legs tighten around his waist. She does know he's dangerous. She also knows he has nightmares and doesn't like to sleep without touching her, when they share a bed.