Loki allowed her to kiss him back as deeply as she wanted. He exulted in it, in her acceptance and surrender, and planned to make absolutely certain tonight that her defenses did not have a chance to come back up. There was no guarantee otherwise that she wouldn't - Claudia was a strong woman. A fighter. That in and of itself wasn't a bad thing, but he needed her to fight for him, rather than against him.

With her defenses down like this, just a little bit of magic to help permanently impress his will upon hers' should do the job.

All the while, Loki continued pressing and rubbing against her sex. His hands found her body, roaming, possessive. Until he slid his hands beneath her shirt and up her torso to take hold of her breasts and lightly squeeze.