What<i>did</i>Tess want?  Being this close to him was intoxicating, her head spinning simply from the attention he was showing her.  Kell so thoughtfully provided her with options: be the good sister or give herself fully to the faith.  Rosebud lips parted to answer the question but his hand cupping her, caressing her, stole the words away replacing them with a sudden inhale.<br/><br/><i>Don’t you want a bit of salvation?</i><br/><br/>Once more Tess prepared to answer the man on his knees before her and once more he stole the words right out of her mouth but it was while he was kissing her.  Soft lips.  Demanding lips.  Lips that would pull the secrets right out of her heart.  Lips that distracted her from the fingers creeping up her thighs.<br/><br/>Fingers that suddenly tightened their grip to pull her onto his lap.<br/><br/>Her lips chased his as he whispered against them, chastising her for remaining on the outside.  Tess didn’t want to stay on the outside; she wanted to be on the inside.  She wanted him on the inside.<br/><br/>From her new position on her back beneath him, his hips had new leverage to drive down into her, the forcefulness behind them making her whine against his lips.  She wanted more, she wanted so much more.  Those teasing hips rolling into her own only pushed her further down the road of no return.  Tess was ensorcelled by the feel of his cock grinding against her, her mind wandering to visions of the ritual.  But it was not sweet Charlotte she imagined impaled by his monstrous shaft; it was her.<br/><br/>Simple cotton dug into tender flesh, eliciting a sharp inhale through soft lips.  “Take care of me,” she whispered.  Perhaps repeating him, perhaps not.  She was just a woman.  A woman who yearned for a man to take care of her, to let into her heart, to be admitted into his.<br/><br/>His whispers dripped into her ear like warm honey, the warm poisoned honey that tempted Charlotte and made her push back against her good doctor.  Again, she was offered a choice.  Did she give in or did she want him to take it?  Either way, he would have her.<br/><br/>Turmoil danced across her face, the internal dilemma surging through her with each roll of his hips into her.  This was not supposed to happen.  She was supposed to infiltrate this wicked group, gather information, and make every effort to save Lotte before she could be more damaged than she already was.<br/><br/>It was at this moment that Tess realized how persuasive Kell could be.  It was at this moment that she realized she didn’t care.  She would be his.<br/><br/>“Take it.  Take me."