Gabriel held her tight as they both came, heavy breath in her ear. His entire body felt almost numb from the waves if pleasure; he wasn't sure he had ever felt so fulfilled in his life. He leaned back to look at Catherine, still in shock that they had done that. "Fuck." He breathed out, monosyllabic after that intensity.<br/><br/>The man played through the last few hours in his head, almost at a loss for how the two of them ended up like this. He looked at the bite marks he had left on Cat's neck and, rather than feel sorry or regretful, he felt his lust surging up once more to claim her again. "Amazing is right." He said coarsely, once the Irishman had found his voice once more.<br/><br/>It seemed that giving into the base instincts of his mantle was as dangerous as he had feared...or as rewarding. Honestly, the Warden couldn't decide which at this point. He definitely didn't regret it, however. Catherine was a powerful, attractive woman. She was also his client. Jesus, talk about client privilege! So much for his reputation for stoic professionalism.