Miguel Ramirez Lopez

I didn't wait for Audrey to respond to my declaration. Instead, I offered her more blood, which she did accept, and then I climbed into the front seat. We needed to book it out of there, put some space between us and our mortal enemy.

The Fanged Serpents weren't going to take this loss easily. I doubted they would allow the structure to burn down, and their retribution would be swift and terrible. So be it. Audrey was back and—

I sniffed. She looked like Audrey despite the obvious torture. She sounded like her, albeit breathless and weak.

But she didn't smell like Audrey.

"They… The torture… Acid, maybe? I'm not sure, but they said…" She sniffled from the backseat. "They said I wouldn't smell like myself ever again. I didn't think… I thought the only way any of you would find me… I thought I was going to be captured forever, that Jeremy would kill me."

"You don't need to worry about him," I said grimly.

I pressed down on the gas, flooring it. If a cop wanted to pull me over, I'd bite his head off. Literally turn into my dragon and bite his head off. I wasn't in the mood.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Your place. You're going to pack a few things, and I'm taking you out to the state."

"What? No!"

"Why not? Want to be captured again? Used as a pawn? I doubt it was acid, chica. Acid wouldn't permanently alter someone's scent. They must be experimenting with all kinds of crap, and we need to get you healed up."

"I already feel better."

Despite my driving well over one hundred, she climbed from the back seat to the front. Not the safest but I wasn't going to argue with that, especially because I caught sight of her bouncing breasts and that fine ass. She pulled her hair to the front to try to cover herself, but her hair wasn't that long, so she crossed her arms, which only pushed her boobs up all the more.

Oh, yeah, I was hard as fuck now.

"You might feel better," I said, trying to keep my gaze on the room so I wouldn't crash into anything, "but it's going to take time for your body to heal. You'll need to eat and sleep, and it will be better for us—"

"What about what's better for me?" she demanded.

Damn, was she starting to get feisty, and fuck, did that turn me on even more.

"Let's just go back to your place for now, okay? Take it one step at a time. Get you cleaned up and then we'll see."

"You mean, have me shower and then pass out in bed, so you'll pack and essentially kidnap me and take me out of state anyhow?" Arms still crossed, she drummed her fingers from one hand onto the other arm.

"I would never."

She snorted and then winced.

"See?" I asked gently. "You need to recover."

Honestly, I was surprised she could handle crossing her arms. Maybe they weren't touching but almost. I couldn't tell. Whenever I glanced over, my gaze fell to her pert nipples and full breasts.

How badly did I want to pull over, take her into my arms, and suck her nipples, touch her everywhere, ensure she was all right, and then see what might happen. See if she could handle me. If I had to, I could be slow. I could be gentle. Sometimes, that was better than fast and furious.

But I couldn't, and besides, we had just pulled up at her place. I rushed around to her door, opened it, and did my best to shield her body from view of neighbors, as I walked her to the front door. If she noticed that her place was unlocked, she didn't mention it.

I kicked the door close behind me and locked it.

"Do you want to eat first? Shower? Sleep as I pack and then drive you somewhere?"

"Unless you're driving me to your place, not the third."

"So sleep then." I grinned.

Her gaze lowered. Settling on my bulge maybe? I couldn't be sure, but my smile widened, and I thrust my pelvis toward her slightly.

"Seriously?" she groaned.

She walked slowly to the stairs. As much as she wanted to pretend my blood had healed her immediately, it hadn't. She remained weak, and her body, her skin…

I followed her up to the bathroom. She turned on the water for a shower, waited for it to heat up, and climbed in. Settling in, I sat on the toilet seat in case she needed me.

Not a minute passed before she called, "Miguel?"

"Yes?"

"I… I can't."

Wordlessly, I climbed into the shower with her, lathered up her washcloth, and tenderly washed her body. She flinched as certain areas, and I murmured an apology each time, but she just shook the words away. I did my best not to hurt her any, and I did not turn it sexual at all even though I did wash her boobs and between her legs.

No, it was her who took the soap, lathered her hands, and began to rub small circles on my chest and then lower, over my six pack abs and even lower, grabbing my cock and stroking it. The soap, the lather, made it that much better, and I leaned my head back against the wall.

"You… up for this?" I managed to ask.

She smirked. "You definitely are."

I was. I was standing at attention, ready for her any way she wanted to take me.

Maybe it was because the steam from the shower was so hot, but she swayed slightly. I immediately brushed her hands from my cock, although my balls were fucking screaming at me, and I eased her down onto all fours.

"There, there," I murmured, rubbing her back. "You can sit if you want."

"I… I don't want to move."

So I sat there, hard as hell, rubbing her back, doing my damnest to not turn this sexual. She didn't need that right now. Later, when she had healed, of course. Now, no.

Water cascaded down her back, and she winced, so I moved into position to block it.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"Better," she murmured.

Her skin, though, was still all ruined even if she could handle being touched. It didn't bother me any, and I didn't know if she would ever entirely heal, physically or mentally.

"I…"

"What is it, chica?"

"I don't want to look at myself," she whispered.

"So don't."

"But…"

"You're beautiful."

"My skin has to be—"

"I have no issue with how you look. I love you for you."

How easily those words came out, and it wasn't just a bullshit line either. I meant it.

Yes, I had told other women I had loved them, and I had meant it then too, but that love hadn't been love. I'd never known that love could feel like this, so all-encompassing. And that I wasn't racking her over the coals because of that file was saying something huge, showing and proving my love.

Audrey was just shaking her head.

"If you need…" I hesitated, wanting to offer but not make the suggestion at the same time.

"Can I have more blood?" she whispered. "Would that maybe… help?"

"It might. It might not," I said honestly. "I'll always give you my blood. That really doesn't sound that romantic now, does it?"

"I vant to suck your blood," she muttered, not quite pulling it off. She really was so out of it. My heart bled for her.

As before, I opened my wrist. With her on all fours and the tub only being so big, I had to lean forward, my arm coming around her from behind for her to drink. She shifted back, resting her ass against my cock. Fuck me.

The more she drank, the lower my inhibitions, the harder it was for me to not thrust against that fine ass. But I didn't. I swore I didn't, but her ass was rubbing against me…

Because of her.

"Chica, if you don't stop…"

"You won't be able to control yourself?" She twisted around to look at me, a wicked grin on her face.

"Are you up for it?"

"Yes."

"I don't bring condoms with me everywhere."

"I don't care." And she shifted her ass slightly as if trying to line up her pussy with my cock.

"I don't know."

"Seriously?"

"I don't know if you can handle me."

"You're wrong. Let me prove it."

Fine. Fine. I pushed my tip in, pulled out, pushed in farther, all the way out and in again. Slow and steady, agonizingly slow and steady, back and forth, teasing myself so badly that I thought my balls were going to swell to the size of my head.

"That all you got?" Audrey asked. She grounded against me, moving her hips, giving me more of her.

My hands fell onto her hips, and I thrust deeper, harder. Just a little. But then, I couldn't hold back any longer. I rocked back and forth, thrusting, deep, deeper, even deeper. All the way. Audrey was grinding against me in perfect rhythm, timing it so that we were making sure I was entering her all the way. The feeling of her walls against me, she was so fucking tight, so wet, so perfect.

"I can't," she whimpered.

I froze mid-thrust. "Can't what?"

"Can't take much more."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Don't you fucking dare!"

That was all I needed to hear. I slid my hands up and down her back, watching as, seemingly with every thrust, her skin on her back healed more and more, the marks, the burns, all of it fading slightly.

I reached forward, around her, and grabbed her boobs, tweaking her nipples, pinching them. At her gasp, I continued with one hand. With the other, I slid down her flat stomach and felt around until I found her clit.

"Miguel!" she shrieked.

Her walls collapsed around me, squeezing me so tight that I had no choice but to bury my load deep within her.

"Chica, Audrey," I murmured. "My love," I mouthed, too out of breath to vocalize the last out loud.

"Oh, Miguel."

Audrey collapsed, and I slid out of her. My hands reached around so I could help her stand.

"Do you want your hair washed?" I asked.

She held me tightly, her head on my chest. The water in the shower had long since turned cold, but my body felt like it was on fire in the best possible way.

"Later," she murmured.

"All right. Off to bed with you. Then, we'll decide where you can go, okay?"

"Okay."

I carried her up to bed and tucked her in. As I kissed her forehead, she grinned at me, suddenly seeming not as tired as a moment ago.

"That was amazing."

"It was." I grinned at her, but then I spied her cell on the nightstand.

Don't. Don't you dare, Miguel. Don't!

"Is there someone you need to contact so they won't find your secret file?"