"What? You think I care about bastards?" His hands threaded into her hair, before fisting it in a rough grab, keeping her head up, keeping her head towards his.
"I only care about my life and what feels good..." His hands moved up her sides, appreciating all she was. "You think I'd let you just forget about me?"
Maybe there was an intoxicating charm about her being so... limited in what she could do. Perhaps it why they were so drawn together, both of them being so extreme of the other.
"I'm here to challenge life, to conquer, to take..... To become the God of War everyone fears," he went on, purring the words at her dangerously while pulling her against his body so she could feel everything he said.