How can you save her when you can't even be honest with yourself?. Words said to him in that other place, words he'd been fine with forgetting. Riddick knew this changed things, more than just the memories this meant he wasn't the one in control now. Not in the way he always has been.

He pulls her back toward him, his hips moving with hers at an almost painfully slow pace. Fingers curl behind her neck, tangling in the ends of her hair as he kisses her, losing some of the gentleness from before. It's need overwhelming control, a dangerous place to be.