"Hello darling,"

The voice with the English accent that I always dreaded hearing came from behind me.

I was sat at a table in a motel looking up information for a hunt and did not need the king of hell getting in the way.

"What do you want, Crowley?" I asked, making the frustration clear in my voice.

"Now is that any way to greet royalty?"

I watched him move to the other side of the table and sit down, helping himself to my whiskey.

"Just because your the king of hell, it doesn't mean your royalty. If anything, you're just a pain in the arse."

"And to think I came here with the information you were looking for," Crowley smiled smugly and then sipped his drink.

What he said had caught my attention, just like he planned.

"What information?"

"So now you want to play nice? Well, I just so happen to know how to kill that rogue reaper you've been hunting."

"How?" I asked, putting my hands on the table and leaning in my seat, eager, then leant back. "No, you don't just help people for no reason."

"Congratulations darling, you're learning," Crowley held up his glass in a complimentary way.

"So what do I have to do for the info? What are you going to make me do?"

"Well, regardless of how much you try to hate me, I can hear your heartbeat accelerate when we're together."

"Oh please, that's just-" I started to roll my eyes but Crowley was having none of my excuses.

"I do have the power of invisibility, you know, and when you can't see me…" he used his glass to tap even rhythmic beats on the table.

"So…what does this have to do with giving me the info I need?"

"Darling, demons do get sexually frustrated, you know? We're not as boring as those feathered fiends upstairs and, well…you're lucky because you're the one I want," Crowley pointed at me with his spare hand. "You remind me of myself; fiery, short tempered, and best of all? You're immune to the bollocks people try to sell to you."

"Like you are now?"

"There, that's the fire I was referring to and there is no bollocks about this. You should be happy, I know you want me."

He had removed himself from the chair and made his way to mine, standing behind me to rub my shoulders and whisper.

"I know you wish I was here when I'm not and I know you're just as …frustrated as myself. I think we both know there's no resistance in you tonight."

Crowley was right and when he started kissing my neck, I gripped his hands in my shoulders.

When a moan slipped from my mouth, his hands slid down my front to the bottom of my shirt and started undoing it from the last button upwards.

It always amused me how Crowley had to do things different to others and I couldn't deny what he had said; I still meant what I'd said, he was a pain in the arse but that accent and the sharp black suit he wore, the beard and intense eyes, they all made my pulse race.

I realised Crowley had worked all the buttons open when cold air hit the bare skin of my chest and his hands kneaded my tits through my bra.

His lips continued to kiss my neck, marking me to let to world know I'd succumbed to him.

"Crowley," I sighed, feeling my juices soak through my clothes and into the chair.

Crowley continued to keep quiet, making the tension thicker and he slid my shirt down my arms, letting it fall into the chair.

He bent down and and kissed along one shoulder before moving to the next and with each side I moved my head in the opposite direction so he had more skin to kiss.

"Mmm, Crowley," I moaned again and wound my fingers between his, which were now back on my tits.

He moved one of his hands away, still entwined with mine, and used it to pull me up and lead me to the bed.

"Let's get more comfortable, shall we darling?"

When we reached the side of the bed he pushed me down on the bed by my shoulders and then showed off with his powers by pulling his hands toward him, my trousers following his actions, slipping over my hips and down my legs, onto the floor.

I tried to lift my legs up to my chest but I couldn't fight the force that Crowley used to keep them down.

"What's the point of trying to hide yourself? I'm going to see you anyway."

Crowley boasted more of his powers when he spread his arms out to his sides and his tie disappeared, his shirt opening.

"That's just lazy," I mumbled while devouring his body.

My attention was soon dragged away when his vicious voice spoke.

"Lazy? You're calling the king of hell lazy? You better watch your tongue, girl."

Crowley's fingers wrapped round my throat and he pushed me further across the bed, the pressure on my neck obviously going to leave bruises.

I watched him click his fingers my bra and knickers vanished as did he trousers, leaving him in his boxers, which did nothing to conceal hard and impressive-sized cock.

Badly turned on, I ran my hands over my thighs, up my body, past my tits and into my hair.

"No darling, I believe that's my job," Crowley growled and knelt on the bed over me, a knee on each side.

As his hands worked over my body he leant forward the further up they went until he was leaning on one hand that was beside my head.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you, sweetheart?"

Before I could ask what, the fingertips of his free hand probed my entrance and pushed in a little bit more each time.

"Cro-Crowl-oh god," I tried to say his name as he finger-fucked me.

"Does this feel good? Maybe you'd prefer a little bit of this instead," Crowley removed his fingers and leant himself down on top of me to rub his still-clothed cock against my clit.

I grabbed handfuls of his hair while my juices soaked his boxers, making him gind against me faster.

"Please, please," I begged and tried to move but his knees that were still either side of me kept me still.

"Please what? What do you want?" Crowley asked, his hot breath against my ear making me shiver.

"Shag me, screw me, fuck my brains out!" I cried out.

Without me realising how, my legs were now outside of Crowley's and his boxers were gone so I could feel the burning skin of his cock against me.

"As you wish."

He pushed himself into me without any warning and the first thing I felt was pain shooting through me from his huge dick.

"Ahh!" I cried out.

"Pft, don't pretend you don't enjoy it, I'll bet the best you ever had," Crowley said with a quick laugh and slammed into me again.

With each thrusting started to feel good and I groaned, rubbing my face against him, enjoying the feel of his beard.

I grabbed the back of his head and moved my head to side but when Crowley realised what I was doing he pulled his head back.

"I don't think so darling, not unless we're sealing a deal. Do you want to make a deal?"

"Hell no," I panted and squeezed my thighs into his sides.

"Then no kisses," Crowley smirked and grabbed under my thighs, digging his fingertips in and pushing them up towards my stomach.

It helped him get deeper and he thrust harder.

"Ah! Ah! Oh yes, yes Crowley, yes!" I cried out and repeatedly raked my nails up his back; it seemed to spur him on because he got faster and rougher, squeezing my thighs harder.

He moved his fingers up to my hips and then to my shoulders, applying the same amount of pressure and leaving bruises.

I arched my back, pushing myself into him as the tingles running through me turned into shocks and I sank my teeth into his shoulder as my orgasm rocked my body.

Crowley moved his hands from my shoulders to my throat and squeezed lightly.

"Don't you bloody do that again!" He shouted and it caused me to flinch.

I nodded and rested my head against his shoulder, my body starting to relax and the shaking stopped as the after-effects of my orgasm wore off.

But it seemed Crowley hadn't finished and he kept slamming info me hard and fast, fucking me into another orgasm and we came together.

I clung to the back of his neck, gasping for breath, exhausted but extremely satisfied; Crowley however, didn't seem effected at all beside the slight sweating.

It was obviously clear to him that he'd fucked the energy out of my body because, with the click of his fingers, we were both in bed and under the duvet, Crowley behind me.

"What are you doing? You're a demon, demons don't…spoon," I gawked.

"Suit yourself. I'll leave then," he started to move.

"No," I grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

"Then shut up."

I was too tired to fight back so I just closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his arms around me