The feeling was indescribable to Gabe, as Rebekah slowly gave in to the desire he had stoked within the corners of her mind.  Her skin was so warm under her touch.  The sharpness of her fangs caught him off guard as she bit her lip, and he felt compelled to gasp and squirm a little on the bed.  Of course he couldn't, as he had no body to move; it was so incredibly unnerving.<br/><br/>If the sudden jolt of unexpected pain had loosened his connection to her, it didn't seem to have affected the catgirl.  She continued, her hands beginning to explore further, one reaching under her top to find and cup her soft breast.<em>Oh my god, yes... finally!</em>Gabriel thought as her fingers took hold of her nipple and squeezed, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.  He reveled in it.<em>Finally!</em>As the sensations of being inside her became more and more intense, it was the only thought that remained unbroken to him.  Everything else was her, and he was very aware of the heat between her legs, and how she was trying very hard to stifle it.<br/><br/>Gabriel imagined her reaching down, parting her legs wide as she shamelessly brushed her fingers along her dampened folds in a languid motion.<em>It's alright,</em>he thought, trying to reassure her.  He could sense the anxiety, the self-consciousness, the worry of being out of place.<em>Safe... There is no one here... You're all alone, little kitten.  Don't you want to play?</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Djinn glided in closer to her as the smoky tendrils tightened and twisted her into an exaggerated arch.  His long, wispy black hair waved softly.  "I will join with you, angel.  I assure you of that.  I will ruin you, and I will show you that even an<em>angel</em>can be forsaken."  He spat the words.  Her impossibly long hair, still shining pure and golden even as the smoke and the fire drew in closer, made a shiver run up his torso, and he fumed for moment before exploding in rage.  His dark, brawny arms reached around her, and each hand took a fistful of the dazzling golden locks and pulled.  "I will ruin you, I swear it!  If your hair will not burn, then I will rip it from your head!"<br/><br/>The circling flames roared to new life, glowing brighter, nearly white-hot.  The Djinn howled in anger and yanked madly at her hair.  The effort pulled her closer to him, and he arched his body forward for more leverage.  The tight fingers of unearthly smoke began to pull at her legs, parting them slowly, as others began to push at her back, thrusting her chest out and up even as he pulled her head downwards.  Her arching posture was pushed further and further, far beyond the point where a mortal body would have snapped and broken.  The Djinn only growled and pulled, desperate for some hint of pain from the angel.