The way his eyes watched her as he undressed made Anna's whole face flush. There was a part of her, still logical and holy, that was almost embarrassed. This was wrong. This was wrong on so many levels. Firstly because he was a demon and while this was exactly what he was supposed to be doing - tempting and corrupting the pure (which is what she was supposed to be) - this was about as far from what she was supposed to be doing as Anna could possibly get.
And she knew she was giving him an in to hurt her, she knew she was letting herself be vulnerable to a demon, but she couldn't bring herself to care right now. The way that he looked at her was exactly what she needed right now. That attention made her stomach churn and her heart race and she needed it. She needed to feel important, if only for a night.
Wrapping her leg around his hip, Anna groaned into the kiss. It hurt. He was hurting her. Or he was trying to. She was an angel, she had to remind herself at least a little bit. It wasn't like he could break her. And she wouldn't let him, not this way. If he wanted to be rough with her, she could take it, without complaint. (Without complaint right now, she'd probably bitch about it later. Or make him pay for it later.) For now she just kissed him back, tongue tasting the fire inside him and her body opening up beneath him, impatient and needy.