Chapter 167 My Angel | 060
NOELLE
"Az? Baby?" I whisper, cupping my husband's cheek as he gazes at me through heavy-lidded eyes, his chest heaving.
"Hmm?" He hums, his voice so low, I have to strain my ears to catch the sound.
"Are you hurting anywhere?" I ask as I reach for the buttons on his shirt.
He's still shaking.
Jake left us alone minutes ago, flashing me a wicked smirk like a pervert.
"My head," Azren tells me, and my heart sinks when I realize his withdrawal symptoms are still hitting hard.
I ease his shirt off his broad shoulders, my throat going dry at the sight of his form. I can't get used to it at all. As if he can read my mind, a tiny smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, causing me to blush harder.
After his shirt is fully gone, I blink at him, shyly biting my lower lip.
"I know Val asked us to go...um...you know...but we don't have to fully strip, do w-we?"
The stutter leaves my lips, my face burning hot. It's absurd, I know. Especially after all the very adult things we've done. But I can't help but be flustered. Even while he's in such a weakened state, my husband undoubtedly oozes with the ruthless kind of panties-dropping masculinity. And I'm not even exaggerating.
"Is my wife being shy right now?" He rasps slowly, and I lower my gaze, fiddling with the button on my jeans.
"I mean...it's different. Cuddling n-naked."
This is so embarrassing. I want to die.
Azren lets out a breathless chuckle, but it breaks halfway through, his hand tightening on the sheets like he needs something to hold him steady. "Do you need help with getting naked? I can do it for you so you don't have to think about it. What do you say?"
He winks at me, and I bury my face in my hands, mortified. "Azren!"
"What? I'm giving you a way out. All you have to do is take it. I'm always willing to help."
Huffing, I reach for my blouse, slowly taking it off. Now, I'm only wearing a black lace bra and jeans. Azren's eyes darken. His piercing gaze seems to roam hungrily over every inch of my exposed skin, and I'm not even naked yet!
Azren closes his eyes briefly, his brows slightly furrowed in pain. I gulp, knowing I can't delay anymore. He really doesn't look good.
Steeling myself, I get off the bed and shimmy out of my jeans. Then I crawl over to the bed, helping Azren take off his jeans. He lifts his hips with so much effort, his body still vibrating from the strain.
I hurry to strip the rest of my underwear, curling against his body, my chest against his.
He shudders, burying his face against my neck. He exhales shakily, letting out a shaky moan.
"Thank you," he groans, and I rub his broad back gently, letting my hand travel up the nape of his neck.
He's so warm, it almost feels like a fever.
"Smells so good," he slurs, and I smile, moving my head slightly to press my lips to the side of his face.
I'm basically one of the goddess's strongest soldiers at this point, trying to ignore my husband's thick-as-hell rod. And because I'm a horny little brat, my body doesn't get the memo, my nipples pebbling.
Azren's hand slides down my spine, and I shiver, fire burning in my core.
"Distract me..." he whispers, and I swallow past the lump in my throat.
"Okay," I say softly, easing my hand over his back. His muscles are tight beneath my palm. "Okay... I'll distract you."
I press my cheek lightly against his temple, letting my fingers drift up into his hair, combing through the dark strands again.
"So..." I begin. "When I was eight, I tried to run away from home."
There's a faint pause in his breathing.
"Hmm?" he hums faintly, his nose brushing my throat.
"Don't interrupt," I warn gently, tapping his shoulder. "This is a very serious story."
I feel him smile against my skin. "Go on."
I shift slightly, adjusting him closer against me, one leg hooking over his.
"I packed a bag," I continue. "Juice box, two biscuits... and a spoon."
There's a soft huff against my neck, his hand sliding down to rest on my ass.
"A spoon?"
"Essential survival equipment," I say, trying to ignore the way his grip tightens on my behind. "You never know when you might need to eat something..."
He lets out a hoarse laugh that ends with a wince. My hand freezes for a second when his body tenses. I feel the tremor ripple through him.
"Hey..." I whisper, pressing a kiss just below his ear. "Easy. Breathe."
My fingers return to his hair, tracing small circles at the base of his skull.
He exhales shakily.
"Keep going," he mutters.
"Right," I say softly. "So I marched all the way to the front gate... opened it... and immediately realized I had no idea where I was going."
"Tragic," he rasps, nearly wheezing.
"It gets worse," I whisper. "I sat on the curb for ten minutes. Just... staring into the distance like a tiny, dramatic heroine."
I drag my fingertips lightly down his arm, then back up again.
"Then a dog came," I continue.
"A dog?"
"A very judgemental one," I nod. "It just sat there. Staring at me. Like it knew I was being stupid."
His hand tightens faintly against my side. I feel another wave of pain hit him, his body going rigid.
I don't stop talking. I just hold him tighter.
"And then," I whisper, pressing my lips to his temple again, "it barked at me."
My hand slides up his back.
"And I panicked," I add. "Grabbed my bag... ran back inside... and told myself I had successfully explored the outside world."
There's a soft, breathy laugh against my neck.
"You're ridiculous," he murmurs.
"Excuse you," I say softly. "I was brave. I made it to the gate."
"And back."
"Alive," I confirm.
His hand slides weakly up my side.
"Angel..." he breathes.
"Mm?"
"Talk more."
My chest tightens at how small his voice sounds.
"Okay," I whisper, pressing my forehead lightly to his. "I've got you."
I brush my thumb along his jaw, then down his neck, slow and careful. Every time his breathing changes, I adjust softer touches, gentler strokes, and little kisses placed wherever I can reach.
"Another story?" I ask.
He nods faintly against me.
"Alright..." I murmur, threading my fingers through his hair again. "There was also the time I tried to..."
.....
"Rise and shine, handsome," I practically sing. Azren slept through the rest of the night. Even until this morning. He didn't even stir when I had to go check on his parents. He slept through the afternoon, and now, the time is 05:35PM.
He's still curled on his side, naked under the sheets, his hair falling into his face. He looks glorious even like this. Like a Greek god.
Gently, I brush his hair away from his face. He groans, stretching slightly and blinking his eyes open.
I can't help but coo at the adorable look on his face.
"Noelle?" He whispers, his voice rough.
"Yes? You slept for quite a while. How are you feeling? You need to eat something," I say, lowering myself onto the bed.
He stares at me with that same detached expression for a moment. The moment he truly seems to process my words, his eyes go wide and he jolts to a sitting position.
He glances at the window, his eyes going even wider.
"Why...didn't you wake me up?" He breathes.
"You clearly needed it, babe. Plus, you sleep like a kitten. It's the cutest thing ever," I say, patting his face.
He snorts in amusement. Then he slips out of bed, stretching all that mouthwatering physique like a Cheshire Cat.
He turns to look at me over his shoulder, locks of his hair dipping over his forehead and into his glowing blue eyes.
“You didn’t go to school?” He asks.
For a moment, I don’t register his question. I’m too busy gaping at him.
“Noelle?”
I blink fast, slowly clamping my thighs together.
“Yeah. I wanted to look after you. Besides, we didn’t have any serious classes. They were more of revisions. Blair told me about it. I also took my time to read—”
I close my mouth when I notice the strange way he’s looking at me now.
“W-what?”
“You wanted to take care of me?” He asks, his voice ocean deep.
I nod slowly, unsure of why he’s staring at me like he’s about to… ravage me.
“Marry me again,” he says, and I laugh, folding my hands on my thighs.
“You don’t mean that. We’re already married—”
“No, Angel. I want you to marry me for real this time,” he utters softly, and my jaw drops.