You woke up, flinching. Looking down, you saw your husband' head between your legs, biting your thigh and drinking your blood, his grip on your thighs firm and unmoving. He didn't seem to notice you were awake, so lost in how sweet you tasted.

When you shifted your leg, he looked up to you scowling. His scowl turned into a soft gaze when he noticed you’re awake. "Good morning, cariño~" Miguel murmured after pulling his fangs out of your thigh, his voice is deep and there’s blood on his lips.