He needs her, he needs this, and need is a dangerous thing. He's always been afraid of it and while he usually faces any fear he has head on, this seems to be the exception.

Riddick shifts slightly, roughened fingers skimming the soft skin at her hip, pushing her pants down as he does. It is all mixed up, but he no longer cares what's remembered and what's a dream or if it's all real. Because this is real, her body reacting to his touch, the warmth of her skin and breath beneath him.