The image blasted itself across my frontal lobe. Cas bent over, open and begging. Me shoving into him over and over and over. Punishing him for everything he’d done. Taking from him what I’d wanted for so long. What I deserved to have. Drinking up his pleas for me to slow or stop and ignoring every single one. There was no hesitation or confusion about what I wanted when it came to him. There never had been. I was almost feral with the certainty of what I wanted from Cas.
