Anna fell into his rhythm easily. She'd fought him on everything from the moment he'd arrived here, but she couldn't now. She couldn't care that he was a demon and she was an angel. She couldn't care that he wanted to hurt her. She couldn't care that everyone else might hate her. Because if Anna cared about one thing right now, she was going to care about everything. And caring about everything was breaking her down. Better to let herself be distracted by Crowley.
Pressing her eyes shut, Anna let her body arch into his hands. She followed the rocking of his hips, but her spine pressed up into him. Her hands gripped the sheets. Her lips stayed against his, opening her mouth and gasping every few seconds before pressing back into the kiss. His moaning made her moan. His moaning sent a tingle all the way down to her core.