She struggled like a tigress, but without avail.

He covered her face and neck with kisses, then thrust her aside.

"Poor little fool! If you had whined and whimpered I should have let you go long since.

But there burns within you a spirit I must conquer, and conquer I will!" Kathlyn stood panting against a pillar.

Had she held a weapon in her hand she would have killed him without compunction, as one crushes a poisonous viper.
"Legally! Why, all the crimes in Hind are done under that word.