Molly loved it when Khan kissed her; she'd loved the first one even though she'd told herself at the time that he was forcing it on her. However, she'd been lying to herself and there was no point in doing so any longer. She loved it when he kissed her, when he caressed her, when he pinned her to their bed and ravished her body with his own. She loved it when he allowed her to pretend to have the strength to do the same, when she held his wrists above his head and met his smouldering gaze with her own; those times, when he let her ride his magnificent body, she felt like the most powerful woman in the galaxy — and why shouldn't she, when she'd been the one to at least partially tame the most untamable man she'd ever met?