She sighed, relaxing as she let him worship her body like he was meant to, skin on fire with the feeling of his touch. By the time he made his way to her heat, she was dripping wet, teeth lightly worrying her lip to keep herself from stooping to his leve, begging him to please her, get her off. It was unnecessary, and an exchange of power she wasn't quite comfortable with- she was just then starting to realize the sway the Angel held over her, and she didn't trust either of them enough to give into it, yet.
Just as she felt herself on the edge of pleasure, she heard a blood-curdling scream, turning into sobs. Child-like sobs. A glare was shot at the door.