Once again, sensations burn through her body with electric fire and she shudders with the orgasm. It's mindblowing, her body milking every drop from them, trying to take it all in. She swallows convulsively around Gabriel, eyes closed, skin flushed with desire, needing them both. Nothing she experienced before Lucifer took her could be half so fulfilling.

It isn't hard to begin the molding to transfer the willingness to both of them. She already is addicted to the sensations that an archangel can give her, conditioned to be ready and eager at any moment. Even Gabriel noticed that she was wet almost before he touched her. She suspected that they could draw an orgasm from her not only without that touch, but without any foreplay, or be denied that same release until her mind and body shut down from too much sensation. And she didn't want to fight that in the least.