Anna was pretty sure they were never going to get past this power-play. And maybe that was fine. It wasn't like she was looking for anything else. She wanted to use him and he wanted to use her and that was it. If the back and forth of who was in control at all times was what got them where they wanted to be, so be it. Anna could handle that. She could give a little to get what she wanted, she could take when she needed to take. It was only temporary. (Or so she kept telling herself.)
Groaning, Anna's fingers dug into Crowley's thighs as his mouth lifted to her. Her knees slid out to the side, pressing her cunt onto his face. Even the burn of Hell felt like Heaven from this position. His mouth was hot and wet like any other mouth, but the fire of Hell made it really burn. And she liked it. She wouldn't admit that she liked it but... well, the way she was moaning and pressing down against him was probably enough of a clue.