"Oh fuck-" the angel began struggling but he never said stop. His knife hilt glinted, the dagger in a sheath that was strapped to his hips. He trembled, hating that he loved the pleasure. He bucked his hips and groaned, eyes burning a dark gold. He panted hard and kept trying to reach his dagger.<br/><br/>He moaned at every one of the demons words. His rosario flashed as he struggled. Slowly his protests stopped and erotic sounds replaced them.