She's crying out wordlessly before too long, fists clenched hard enough that she thinks her nails have broken skin, trying to urge Gabriel to take her, even as part of her worries at what more he could do. What he could change, where he could create new nerves or sensations to make it so much harder to go through the day without obsessing about sex.

"Gabriel, please," she keens, his hard pace pushing her right against that edge of orgasm, that barrier she can't overcome.