That was all the warning he really had before she touched the probes to those clamps, adding electricity to the pinch and watching his response with parted lips. She'd never done this with someone whose body she knew quite so intimately, and it was definitely making her wet. A tiny piece of her wanted to hear him curse her as she brought him with pain and pleasure combined and took her own pleasure in it while denying his release.

It was an art to do so, one Lucifer had taught her well, and she demonstrated her skill by painting Gabriel's nerves with fire, letting his scream and make all those wonderful sounds but denying words, just as her master had. That pleasure was enough to make her forget her own body for a good while.