She was making it too easy. Crowley frowned, even as he watched her tug at his shirt. He let her pop the last button before his hands went to her shoulders. She wasn't just desperate, it was something worse than that, something even lower and more pathetic. Crowley knew he should stop her, but the simple fact was, he was a demon, and preying on the weaknesses of others was sort of his game.
He really did think about stopping her. He could push her away with little more than a thought. He could burn her skin, the state she was in, he could do most anything to hurt her, and she didn't seem to have the strength or the will to fight back. Instead he kissed her, mouth crashing against her lips, tongue pushing toward hers. His hands moved off her shoulders, caressing down her back.