She knows a lot of Gabriel's anger towards her is from how she trapped him and turned him over to Lucifer, and more is what he can't or won't express towards his brother, but that still both frightens and enrages her that the archangel who took her away from him would so easily give her back. Being turned over to Gabriel's nonexistent mercies had turned from pleasure to rape of the most intimate kind.

But even those thoughts are buried in the rush of pleasure his release brings forth. It's easily as intense as the rush from vaginal sex, and she can't quite remember why the change bothered her as the heat suffuses through her entire being, seeming to both quiet and inflame her desires. She feels all twisted up inside with the warring needs to be fucked from every angle, used completely, every orgasm wrung from her until she has to beg to be given rest.

"Please, Lucifer," she begs once she can think a little more clearly. "Don't leave me alone with him." It's not a request she expects to be granted, not after his own anger at her for provoking him, but she has to try.