He'd been angry with her ever since she helped Lucifer collar him, but it had been acceptable until that last time, and even though her body is excited to be had by them both, shared at the same time, or passed back and forth until her mind and body are nearly wrecked by their endless stamina, her mind is both terrified and enraged by how he'd abused her. The hypocrisy of her stance when she would probably have never thought to question if Lucifer had done similar doesn't occur to her.

The bite on her neck has her arching back, her whole body tensing with reaction in the moment before he comes, ratcheting her own need for release even higher. No more words find their way out with her pleasure, past the ability to think or feel, crumbling under the weight of her needs and the inability to have them met completely.