Claudia shudders in response to that interplay, a soft, not entirely displeased whimper escaping at the words. The hand between her legs has her pressing back into it, as heat flares with the touch, burning away nearly everything but need.

She hopes they're both still there, images of what the two of them had done before flashing through her thoughts. She remembers the feel of being taken by both of them front and rear, feeling them rubbing against each other through her body's walls. Being spit-roasted, or covered in seed, utterly debauched and exhausted. And yet, she knows Gabriel will make sure whatever he does is more torment than pleasure for her.