He could feel the careful facade crack. She moved with him. Whatever reasons she had to guard herself were losing value fast. He could smell it on her, those willing pheromones reaching out to beckon him. Kell was drawn, which was the nature of that kind of chemical conversation. It had been easy digging into Tess's defenses, since he had no trouble playing the part of someone who wanted her. Contrasted against the innocent, adorable Lotte, Tess was dark and womanly. He liked different flavors for his ravenous heart. It all added to an inescapable fate for the guest in his office.<br/><br/>No resistance for his kiss. She wasn't suffering through it. Good. That meant his transference of lust was working. He could let his own agenda ride the heat they were sharing into her. It was a fair exchange, he thought, because she didn't seem to mind much. She sat well on him, legs around him. Tess had more experience than the sweet oracle, and her resistance was fading in such a rewarding way. She laid down well, too, and was gorgeous, laid out.<br/><br/>She accepted his suggestions at motions, her hips answering the lead of his. Boiling flesh rising to welcome the outline of his cock. She was preparing herself for what he wanted. They were already negotiation her infatuation - he was forcing it on her, in fact, an obsession with him despite her plans to guard herself. All her secrets behind dwindling protection. For a while they looked as though they were already engaged in mass, that bloody, otherworldly gathering she had avoided for her brother. He needed to extract truth from her, but talking about it now would break the spell they were both weaving through her head and cunt.<br/><br/>With her longing admittance, he kissed her worse and pushed her clothes up. "Then help me." he demanded. It would be easy to lift himself off her, and then prop her up on her knees, facing away from him. A few more kisses on her neck. He was testing the trance, and pulling her deeper at the same time. With no direct touch, adherence to her afflicted passion would mean he'd set his claws deep. Carefully, since he was playing the part of her teacher and lover, he unzipped the back of her dress to lift it up her head. "Lift your arms, beloved Tess."<br/><br/>And if she did, he'd free her of her bra as well, and push her forward to be on her hands and knees. His hand petted her spine, naked, up to her head, playing with her hair line and then holding her hair with a gentle ruffling, fingers scraping over her scalp to make a dream of tingles overtake her skull. Those kind of stars in the cranium can be very persuasive, but it also allowed him to handle her almost like a pet, other hand sliding her cotton panties down to grip and pull at a buttock.<br/><br/>If she let all of it happen, and didn't interrupt him, he would have placed himself in a very dominant role, while she was on display like something to be bought. Kell stroked between the valley of her ass, brushing by her pucker and then carefully caressing between the lips of her sex, her panties still around her knees, to the floor. "I'll take care you, Tess." and without trouble, he introduced two fingers into her, curved to pet that sweet area. Carefully he gathered her hair and pulled it, to involve some firmness, and underline his station above her. "Just relax and listen to me, and you'll be alright."