Claudia does want them, and yet knows it's something that she might have dangled just out of reach if she ever displeases. That's why she treasures the moments she's gifted with, losing herself completely in sensation, not caring where pleasure and pain meet or mingle. She remembers fighting it, as Gabriel seems to be, but surrender is so much better.

"Harder," she urges them both. "Take me, use me, let me be yours..."

Her pleas are interrupted with moans and screams, and finally she has to make the warning. "I'll...come..."

She doesn't want it to end, and it might if she takes Lucifer over that edge with her own orgasm. She wonders just how long they could draw it out, tormenting her without satisfaction, and it makes her writhe once more with the thought.