Claudia took the position as indicated, leaning back into him, legs spread to either side to keep her balance. She felt almost drunk on endorphins and other happy little chemicals the body released during sex. She turned her head so she could kiss the side of his neck, an almost forward gesture.

Even if she had been perfectly clear of mind, she couldn't refuse anything Lucifer asked of her. It had been trained into her over those long months, until it wasn't even conscious decision. To do otherwise meant torment in creative ways that even she couldn't always grasp until it was too late. "What can I do for you?"