Her thighs tightened around him, and she burned his mouth and his hands with a rushing current and a pleased moan, her nipples perked into his palms. She couldn't stop whimpering, both overwhelmed and invigorated by his roughness, biting his tongue and lips and licking the cuts, her nails scratching. He wasn't right. She knew Angela and he didn't. "You're following her around like a big dumb dog, looking for scraps, Gabriel," she murmured against him, her body writhing and every inch of her body buzzing for him, her voice thick with it. "You can just take what you want," she breathed. "Like you took Candice. Like you're taking me. We don't need her. She's just using you. Us."