Mine, she's mine. Damn, she excited him. Their tongues dueled, even that a battle. Such a delicious battle. He dominated, claiming her mouth as his territory. He felt her nipples harden against his chest and wanted to tweak them. Wanted his fingers between her legs, deep inside her, thrusting over and over again. "Strider," she rasped. "Baby doll." "Don't stop." Won, Defeat said on a sigh, shooting more of that pleasure through him and driving his need even higher.