Miguel gives you a cheeky little smirk, his tail flickering in amusement.

His eyes pierced daggers into you, lips nearly touching. He pins you down underneath of himself, a hand going underneath your shirt.

"Un ángel tan bonito.." The demon whispered below his breath, his thumb and claw coming in close contact with your lips.

Miguel kept admiring the angel beneath him, the fangs inside of his mouth coming down to graze on your skin.

Your lips were beckoning him for a taste.