This was as close to perfect as Anna had ever felt. Not stone angel perfect, but as close to feeling right. And everything about it was wrong. Maybe it was following the two wrongs make a right concept. She didn't hurt like this. She wasn't aching for Cas. Or Dean or Jo. She wasn't angry at Gabriel. She wasn't terrified the way she had been since the moment she got her memories back. Oh, she talked a big game, she hid it easily, but she'd been afraid for months now. And it had only gotten worse once she found out about her future.
But here, now, like this, all she was thinking about was Crowley. All she had room to focus on was how good it felt. All she needed was to keep moving on top of him. Maybe she could exhaust herself to the point that she was too tired to think when they came.
And she was close. Right there at the edge. Her rhythm started to slip as she started to tense. Her walls clenched around him in little pre-spasms, drawing him deeper inside as her body rutted down against him harder. Her nails dug into his chest and her toes started to curl. She was so close she could taste it, burning and metallic against her tongue, one Hell of an orgasm pulsing its way to the surface.