His muscles betray him, go limp with exhaustion, but he's fighting still, in the blankness inside his head. She's the force fucking forward and he's the body giving way, and that's how it goes, over and over, his body gives, no resistance to her thrusts, even his head lolling back; but his eyes are half-open and glaring and crazy and the only thought in his head is don't give in don't give in. He screams with rage when he comes, and he sobs for breath after, ragged desperate still-furious heaves. She rides him to the end of it with her teeth gritted and her own head thrown back, snarling, "Give it to me, give it to me," and he won't give her victory, the bastard, the bastard, but he'll give her everything else, the rage and the fear and the desperation and the hate; he'll give her everything else, whether he likes it or not, because he may not be ready to give, but she's ready, she's more than ready, to take.
that was a beautifully written paragraph and i think it captures dean and the manipulative demon perfectly. i adored the whole piece, (you made me LIKE a het story :O but it's pretty damn awesome) so it's hard to pinpoint certain things, but the sex was insanely hot all the way through. for some reason, though, the last paragraph struck me. so languid and soft in appearance, but haunting on the inside when it shows dean's vulnerability.

i ♥ it. i really do.