"Look at me." You whispered with a fierce tone, your hand gripping firmly at his hair as you pulled him upwards to face him. Miguel shifted uncomfortably, his back arching against the backrest.

All the while, he watched you with a pair of desperate eyes, his fangs clenched shut and his claws digging into the metal sides of the seat. He wasn't a stranger to giving in to his desires, but there was something about relenting to you that filled him with a sense of yearned-for shame.