Claudia can't decide if being prevented from coming at all is better or worse than being brought even past her body's capacity. It feels like he should be rubbing her raw, except for how wet she is, and then he comes, which makes her moan all the more for being right on the edge and not able to go with him.

She couldn't think, almost couldn't breathe with the way Gabriel pounds into her, pushing her higher and higher without any hope of release, dizzying in the terrible pleasure of it all. And he doesn't stop, won't stop, she's certain. Claudia doesn't want him to stop, doesn't want this to end, and yet...it burns like a fire through her with that need to go one step further.

If she could have her release, even once, there would be more room for him to pound into her. He could take his pleasure in her as many times as he wanted, and she knew she'd cry for him every time. The few thoughts she had were sharp and urgent, some of trying to last until Lucifer came, until the promise of having them both take her as she screamed was fulfilled, others of promising anything to be able to come for Gabriel, now.