The bite of metal against sensitive flesh reminded her of that, but then Gabriel and Lucifer had her sandwiched between them. She moaned into Lucifer's mouth as Gabriel pushes into her, and it is at that moment that she realizes that the vibrators were just practice. Just a prelude to what they were doing now, and the promise Gabriel whispers in her ear doesn't seem at all boasting.

Her hips roll with theirs, trying to find a rhythm as they rub against her, inside her, overwhelming her already-sensitized body with little effort until she's crying out with every movement, hot and wet and needy. She can't let go, can't think, stars threatening to consume her vision with every pounding wave, threatening to pull her under and drown her in their bodies.