He made quick work of her clothes, though he took each garment off individually. Jeans first, then her shirt. bra and underwear were last. When she was naked, he stood back and admired the view, hands working to undress himself. Part of him wished she was putting up more of a fight, but he understood that she was beat down, as low as she could go. He was the rebound, he knew that too. He tried not to think too hard on it, because if he thought about it, he'd shove her away. He was a demon, and taking advantage of people (or angels as the case may be) was exactly what he was made to do.
So he would do it. He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her. His sex was hard and thick, his body tingled with the anticipation and the need. He stole a kiss first, mouth crashing agianst Anna's lips hard enough to bruise. He would get a response out of her somehow.