Exactly. Angel wanted to make it harder, to let her shame at it flourish under the lust, to make it more vivid. He purred, finger pushing in and out as she gripped him. He loved this.

After a second, he lets go of her wrist, palm drifting down her arm and across her breast. He grabs a nipple between his fingers and rolled it, pinching and aiming for that slight flare of pleasureus pain.