It's worth with both of them commanding that particular reaction, scouring through ever raw nerve ending and blinding her. She can't hear herself cry out over the roar of blood in her veins, see around the rainbow flashes in her vision. The kind of spine-bowing, skull-cracking orgasm you usually only read about in romance novels tears through her, and she feels hollowed out and drained at the end.

Claudia doesn't want it to end, and yet it can't go on forever without damaging things inside her. Every time she begins to think they might have driven her as far as they can, one of her beloved archangels finds a new level to strive for. She wishes she could have their stamina, wasn't a weak, paltry thing in comparison to their Grace, yet that can't be changed.