Selene chuckled wryly at his answer, knowing he was not wrong. Nothing would stop this from happening now. One hand reached up to grip his neck, her nails prickling against his skin. She gave him a salacious grin, her eyes alight with both lust and mischief. Her entire body was tensed, coiled like a spring, but she relished the anticipation. She teased him for another few seconds, rubbing her juices along his shaft, preparing him for what was coming. Finally, she reached down to grasp him, lining him up with her tight entrance.<br/><br/>Slowly, she sank down upon him, baring her teeth at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washed over her. Once he was sheathed to the hilt, she stopped for a moment. She shivered slightly, before leaning down and catching his earlobe between her teeth. "You're mine, Bruce." She said, her tone final as she started to move, her grip upon his neck tightening as she growled once more, setting a tortuously slow, teasing pace.<br/><br/>She had had nothing in this world, nothing that was truly hers. Anything she had could be taken from her at a moments notice, even her life was not her own. She had never had control. But now, here, with the most feared, powerful man in Gotham beneath her, inside her, she felt truly powerful. He was in her control, he was hers. And she would not let him go. She growled possessively at the man beneath her, before moaning as she began to quicken the pace but slightly.