Chapter 159 My Angel | 052
NOELLE
He bottoms out so deep, I feel him in my throat. My walls flutter and stretch around the invasion, the burning pleasure setting me on fire.
Then he starts to move. He fucks me hard. I can tell this is the real him. And I fucking love it. My eyes are rolled back at this point, my mouth open. Every shallow thrust lets the piercing tease my entrance, the balls catching on my rim, and I'm whimpering like I've lost my mind.
"More—give me more—I need you to ruin me, Az, please—" I gasp.
The wet slap of skin on skin is deafening. Every thrust drags his cock over that spot inside me, forcing wretched cries from my throat.
"Azren—oh god—too much—"
"Not enough," he snarls. He bites my shoulder, hard enough to bruise, then he teases the mark, sending electric shocks through me. "You bled for me. Now you're going to fucking take me."
He hooks my legs over his shoulders, folds me tighter, and drives deeper. The new angle has me seeing stars.
I come again, screaming his name, squirting around his cock in messy, shameful pulses that soak his abs and the sheets.
He laughs in that dark register that feeds my arousal and keeps fucking me through it, his hips never slowing.
"Greedy little kitten. Look at you creaming all over me."
He pulls out suddenly, flips me effortlessly, and yanks my hips up so my ass is in the air, my face smashed into the pillow. One hand fists my hair, and the other grips my hip hard enough to leave fingerprints.
Then he's back inside, deeper, pounding me from behind like a beast.
The angle is obscene. Every thrust punches the air from my lungs. I can't form words anymore, just broken sobs and his name. He reaches around, his fingers finding my swollen clit, rubbing it in vicious circles while he rails me.
I explode again. My vision whites out. My whole body convulses, my thighs shaking uncontrollably, my walls milking him so hard he groans like he's in pain.
Still, he doesn't stop.
"That's it, baby. You can take it," he grunts.
He flips me again onto my back, hooks my ankles behind his neck, and leans forward until I'm bent in half, his knees by my ears. The position is brutal. He's so deep I swear I can feel him rearranging my insides.
His balls slap against my ass with every savage thrust. Sweat drips from his chest onto mine. His eyes never leave my face, his sweet scent surrounding me. The intimacy of it makes my chest hurt.
"Again," he demands, his hair falling into his eyes. "Come on my cock again. Let me feel you."
I do. My next orgasm crashes through me so hard, my back bows off the bed. I squirt again, hard, soaking his cock, his thighs, and the mattress. My voice is gone. He growls his approval, filthy sounds slipping from his lips.
My body is trembling, every nerve screaming, but he's still moving, slower now, grinding against my cervix with every roll of his hips.
The metal shifts inside me when he grinds slow, the barbell catching just right, and I scream because it's too much and not enough at the same time.
I'm moaning and begging him not to stop, my body twitching with aftershocks that feel like mini-orgasms.
"F-fuck-m-more—"
When he pulls back slowly, the barbell drags along my walls, the twin balls rolling like they're teasing me on purpose, and I clench so hard he curses.
"Such a good girl," he growls. "One more. Give me one more and I'll fill you up like you deserve."
He reaches between us, his fingers circling my clit again with light strokes. His cock keeps slamming deep.
"Yes—right there—gods, right there—you're so deep!" I cry out.
The pressure builds impossibly fast, higher than before, terrifying.
When it hits, it's not a wave. It's a tsunami. My entire body locks rigid. I scream until my throat gives out. My vision tunnels. My walls clamp down around him so hard he curses, his hips faltering.
That's when he finally lets go.
He buries himself to the hilt, roars my name, and comes in thick, endless pulses, flooding me until I feel it leaking out around his cock.
He keeps grinding through it, milking every drop, forcing me to take it all while my body spasms helplessly.
Only when I'm a limp, sobbing, twitching mess beneath him does he finally collapse.
He doesn't pull out. He stays buried deep, his arms wrapping around me, his face pressed to my sweat-slick throat. Both of us are shaking. My body is wrecked, my thighs quivering. My core is still fluttering around him, every muscle liquid.
I can't move or speak. I can barely even breathe. I think he broke my brain. And I loved every second of it.
He kisses my temple, his voice hoarse and raw.
"You're done, angel. Rest now."
"Thank you, Daddy," I croak, my voice barely recognizable. He flashes me the dirtiest smirk, leaning in to kiss me softly. He's so gorgeous, it should be illegal. Especially with those evil dimples.
"I was right about you. You loved that, didn't you?" He says, and I nod, giving him my biggest smile.
Gently, he wipes my tears and kisses my cheeks. "You're perfect."
I let the darkness take me, safe in the cage of his arms, his cock still twitching inside me, his cum leaking between us.
I'm home.
...
I wake up slowly. I surprisingly don't feel sore at all.
The first thing I notice is how clean I feel between my thighs. There's no stickiness or lingering mess. Only smooth, slightly sensitive skin and the faint scent of soap.
I blink against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Azren is already awake, propped on one elbow, watching me with those predatory blue eyes that somehow manage to look both soft and starving at the same time.
His hair is a wreck, dark strands falling into his face.
I shift a little, testing my body, and realize I'm wearing one of his oversized T-shirts again. No panties. No evidence of the time we spent ruining each other either.
"Did you... wipe me down?" I ask, my voice still husky from screaming.
He gives me a slow, lazy nod. The corner of his mouth curves.
"Yeah. Couldn't let you sleep with an uncomfortable mess. I took care of it while you were out cold."
Heat floods my face. I bury my face in the pillow for a second, mortified.
"Oh my god," I mumble into the fabric. "You cleaned me up like a baby."
Azren chuckles in that sinfully deep voice of his.
"Don't do that," he says, tugging the pillow away from my face with gentle fingers. "Don't be embarrassed."
I peek up at him, my cheeks burning.
"It's just... intimate. And I was a mess. You saw—everything."
His expression softens, but his gaze stays dark and possessive.
"That's why I did it." He brushes a strand of hair off my cheek. "Every inch of you belongs to me now, Angel. Every drop of sweat, every tear, every bit of cum I left inside you. I take care of what's mine."
The words land heavy and hot in my chest. I swallow, suddenly aware of how close he is, especially with his heat, his scent, and the steady thud of his heart.
He leans down and kisses me slow. His tongue strokes mine lazily, tasting and claiming, until I'm melting under him.
When he pulls back just a little, his lips brush my jaw, then trail lower. He kisses the hollow of my throat. Then the top swell of my breast. Then he tugs the neck of the T-shirt down and closes his mouth over one nipple, soft at first. Then he sucks hard enough to make me gasp and arch.
A fresh moan slips out before I can stop it.
He hums against my skin, the vibration shooting straight between my legs.
"Careful," he murmurs, his voice thick with warning. "I still have enough strength left to fuck you into oblivion for the next twenty-one days straight."
I laugh breathlessly and bury my face against his chest. His scent is intoxicating.
"You smell so good," I mumble into his skin, nuzzling closer.
He chuckles again and wraps both arms around me, pulling me flush against him.
"That's because you're finally where you belong," he says against my hair. "In my bed. In my arms. Covered in my scent. Marked and claimed."
I smile against his chest, my heart full and stupidly happy despite everything still hanging over us.
Only then do I process what he just said.
"Wait...marked?"
I look up at him, reaching for my neck, my eyes wide.
"It worked," Azren says.
"Oh my—Azren, this is great!"
He beams at me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. Then he buries his face against my neck, inhaling deep.
"What are you going to do, wife? I think I have a new addiction. And it's bad for your health," he whispers, and my eyes go wide when I feel his hard dick poking at me, his fangs grazing my skin.
Just then, there's a loud knock at the door.
"Alpha, it's me, Jake. We have a problem!" a familiar voice calls out. “Haden is acting up again.”