The pace Lucifer sets is almost bruisingly hard, and she can't help but writhe in response, eyelids fluttering as he almost overwhelms her once again. Still, she can't help crying out his name, urging him onward.

With his hands occupied, with keeping her balanced in that wide stance as he slammed into her, he almost didn't have to ask her to play with her breasts, stroking and pinching the nipples into stiff arousal, then simply letting them move through her hands. She doesn't want it to end, especially when her eyes lock on Gabriel's face.