The scales of his shin were hard against her leg, like kicking marble or steel and there was no acknowledgment of her effort.  As her knee managed to find a higher target, he grunted into her mouth and the tension in his hand increased on her jaw but he did not release his hold or his efforts.<br/><br/>His tongue was hot within her mouth until it withdrew and left the bite with her.  The Shadow then shifted his grip to force her mouth closed and hold her teeth together to force her to keep the fruit within.  The juice burned her throat, mixed as it is with his saliva.  And the inescapable feeling of his presence began to flow into her along with it.  Not just the power and desire he radiated, but the touch of his feelings and thoughts as well.  Growing as she swallowed more of the fruit's juices against her will, Lauralana could feel his elation at claiming her, his hunger to consume and twist and claim all the world, his insatiable lust, and even a strange mix of anger and regret at her refusal to take her place as his willing consort.<br/><br/>"Mine," he hissed triumphantly as his eyes flared brightly and he held her jaw shut and her head up, "You are mine Lauralana, no matter how much you might wish to deny it."