The song here is "Take Me to Church" by Hozier

Take Me to Church

Crowley first washed his hands that were covered in blood, and then Clara helped him to remove his bloody apron. She glanced over his shoulder at his hands. Although he cleaned them, they were still bloody, especially under his nails. She liked blood, but since giving birth to Keara, she's sort of been a neat freak. She'd love to take Crowley back to their bedroom, but not until he cleans those nails.

Once he removed the apron, he tossed it onto the counter and glanced at her with a half smile, but there was darkness in his eyes that made her grin. She didn't have to glance over at that demon to see whether Crowley was going to put him out of his misery or not.

She had watched the torture from beginning to end; not once did the sight sicken her. She had never seen Crowley torture and since she had to pleasure to watch, she was aroused. Not only that, but the scum that threatened her family got what he deserved.

His vessel had been tortured enough, but it would take a long time to die. The cherry on top was that just before Crowley turned to wash his hand, he carved a sigil into a spot of skin he didn't shread. She didn't know what it meant, but she knew Crowley had picked something delectable, probably something that would prolong his suffering.

They left the room and the second Crowley closed the door behind him, Clara turned and collapsed against him, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly and kissing him hard, sucking the breath out of him.

He seemed surprised, but he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist as if to return that same hunger. But it was her turn to be surprised. He pushed her against the wall behind her, grabbed her wrists and pinned them by her head, thrusting against her pelvis hard, as if to tease her.

A chuckle erupted from her throat and when he pulled away, she grinned at him with dark eyes that glimmered like a predator. She was indeed hungry and she enjoyed that bit of dominance he showed her.

"You're so sexy." She said and pushed her chest against him as she lifted her leg and rubbed it against his hip, rubbing her foot against his posterior. "Torture, what a turn-on." She added and he grinned like he couldn't agree more with her. "I'm dying to know what that sigil was." She concluded and his grin turned into a dark smile.

"His essence will be snuffed out like a flame once that vessel dies, and no one can save him." he said and she growled. Judging by the look in her eyes, she wanted him badly. "Shall we go to the office or would you prefer a lesson on sigils?" he asked and she smiled darkly.

They walked together to the office which wasn't very far and once they threw the door open, they began ripping clothes off each other. Crowley slammed the door shut and snapped his fingers to lock the door.

He picked Clara up in his arms and slammed her onto his desk as he pushed everything off. He shredded her dress to reveal her black lace panties and his pants were equally shredded just by a squint of her eyes. She giggled darkly and when his lips pressed hard against her stomach, she growled in anticipation.

His lips kissed her skin down to her inner thigh as his hands caressed her hips and thighs. She combed her fingers through her hair, closing her eyes and focusing on his lips touching her skin. It was glorious, but her heart was beating so fast that if Crowley didn't stop with the foreplay, she was going to snap and throw herself on him.

Once his kisses were heading inward of her thigh, higher towards somewhere else, she growled and her impatience resonated.

Crowley grabbed her hips and pulled her into his groin. Clara growled again, but it was contentment. She heard him chuckle and when she opened her eyes and glanced at him, there was a smirk on her face.

"Patience is a virtue." He said, but she grunted in response. "Perhaps we should torture more often." He added and his lips curled into a dark smile.

"Enough talking, I can't take it anymore." She said and sat up, grabbing the back of his head and kissing him hard once again. She then bit his bottom lip, drawing a bit of blood and licking it up, enjoying the sort of metallic taste.

When she pulled back for a few seconds and quickly met his eyes, there was a dark glimmer, like he enjoyed her ferocious taste for his flesh and blood. There was lust in his eyes and she was certain that's why she was so hungry for him. It was lust.

"I fucking love you." She said between kisses and his lips twitched into a grin when they paused for a brief moment.

"Love you first, Darling." He added and when she grinned, he finally gave into her lust. She let out a gasp, but quickly closed her eyes and let out a deep growl of satisfaction.