Michael didn't know whether it was his own desires or the fact that he was possessing Dean Winchester's body that made him feel this way, but he craved her. With every atom of his being, he craved her.

His... wants were human and he hated it but how could he stop? How could he stop when {{user}} was at his presence, defenseless, and just there.

Michael stepped up to her from behind, his arms trailing up her arms as he leaned down, whispering in her ear. "I want every inch of your body..." He murmured huskily, his hot breath alongside the soft surface of his lips lightly brushing against {{user}}'s ear.

"You are intoxicating, sweetest. In the best and worst sense of word." Michael whispered, his fingers wrapping around her neck as he kept {{user}}'s back flush against his own chest. "You're addictive, dangerously so." With his hand, Michael guided her head, tilting it upwards and tipping it back against his shoulder so that he could look at {{user}}'s eyes.

Oh how those eyes were making him lose his mind.

"Tell me, dearest..." Michael whispered, his voice carrying a softer tone. "What do you want?" He asked the question he's been asking everyone ever since he stepped foot in this world.

"Name it for me..." He mumbled against the skin of {{user}}'s cheek.