Chapter 199 My Angel | 092

Chapter 199 My Angel | 092
NOELLE

Azren's skin is still too warm from the fever, but the runes have dimmed a little bit more.

I lean down and press my lips to the top of his spine, kissing softly. Then lower. And lower down his tattoo. Slow, lingering kisses that make his breath hitch.

"Azren..." I whisper against his skin. "Did you really mean it?"

He turns his head slightly on the pillow, one blue eye cracking open to look at me. A tired, crooked smile tugs at his lips.

"Mean what, Angel?"

I kiss the small of his back, right above the dimples that always make my stomach flutter. My hands slide over those dimples, my thumbs tracing the perfect dips.

"You said you usually only go crazy in bed," I whisper, my voice soft. "You don't do soft and slow. But you want me to make love to you, don't you?"

He lets out a low, raspy chuckle that vibrates under my lips.

"Yeah," he breathes. "I'm too tired for hard tonight, baby. I just want to feel you. Want you to take care of me... make me feel good. Please."

The vulnerability in his voice makes my heart swell and ache at the same time. I kiss each dimple slowly and sensually, letting my tongue trace the lines. He shivers beneath me, a soft groan slipping out.

I sit up and gently tug at the waistband of his pants.

"Lift your hips for me, honey," I whisper.

He does, just enough for me to slide the fabric down his long legs, freeing him completely. I lean down and kiss the base of his spine one last time before helping him roll onto his back.

He settles against the pillows, watching me with hooded eyes as I straddle his thighs. I'm still wearing his oversized black shirt, the hem riding high on my bare thighs. No bra. Just a thin pair of panties underneath.

I reach for the bottle of oil again, warming more between my palms. My hands glide over his chest first, then lower, until I wrap my fingers around his cock. He groans deeply, his head falling back against the pillow.

"Fuck, Angel... your hands feel so good."

I stroke him slowly, lovingly, stroking the head just the way he likes. My own arousal is already building, my panties growing damp as I watch his face. Every soft sound he makes and every twitch of his hips sends a thrill through me.

I lean down and suck one of his nipples into my mouth, my tongue circling the hard peak. He gasps, one hand coming up to cradle the back of my head.

"Yes... just like that," he moans, his voice thick. "My sweet girl... taking such good care of me."

I blush hard at his words, my cheeks burning, but I don't stop. I switch to the other nipple, sucking gently while my hand keeps stroking him in long, steady pulls. His cock thickens fully in my grip, hot and heavy.

He reaches between us, slipping his fingers under the edge of my panties. Two thick digits find my clit and start teasing slow, lazy circles. I moan around his nipple, my hips rocking instinctively into his touch.

"Look at you," he teases, his voice low and mischievous even through the exhaustion. "Getting so wet just from touching me. My perfect little wife... so turned on from making her husband feel good."

I blush deeper, hiding my face against his chest as I keep stroking him. He chuckles softly, the sound turning into a groan when I twist my hand just right.

"Azren..." I whimper, embarrassed but so aroused.

"Don't hide, baby," he murmurs, his fingers pressing firmer on my clit. "Let me feel how much you love this. How much you love pleasing me."

I moan louder, my hips grinding against his hand as I work him faster. His breathing grows ragged. I can feel him getting close.

"Come for me," I whisper against his skin, grazing his nipple with my teeth. "Please, baby. Let go."

He curses softly, his hips bucking up into my fist. His fingers on my clit never stop. With a deep groan, he comes hard, thick ropes of cum spilling over my hand and across his abs. His whole body trembles beneath me.

I don't stop. I keep stroking him through it, gentler now, milking every last drop while he pants and shudders.

"Fuck... Angel..." he breathes, his eyes half-lidded.

I kiss his chest, then lower. He watches me with dark, awed eyes.

"You're going to kill me," he rasps, but there's a soft smile on his lips.

I sit up, still straddling him, and reach for more oil. I pour it over my hands again and start stroking him once more, bringing him back to full hardness. He groans, his head falling back.

"F-f-fuck..." he shudders, but he doesn't stop me.

I lean down and kiss him deeply, our tongues sliding together as I work him with both hands. My own arousal is dripping down my thighs now. I'm soaked and aching, but I focus entirely on him.

He teases my clit again, his fingers slipping under my panties to circle faster.

"You're so wet for me," he whispers against my lips, his voice husky. "My good girl... getting off on making me come. You love this, don't you? Love taking care of your husband like this."

I blush furiously, moaning into his mouth. He chuckles darkly, but it turns into a gasp when I stroke his heavy balls.

He comes a second time with a deep, shuddering groan, spilling over my fingers again. His body arches, his hips jerking as pleasure wracks through him. I keep stroking gently until he's spent, trembling beneath me.

"Azren..." I whisper, kissing him softly. "I love you so much."

He cups my face with both hands, his eyes glassy with emotion and exhaustion.

"I love you more," he breathes. "Now come here, baby. I need to feel you."

I quickly pull his shirt off over my head, then slide my soaked panties down my legs and kick them away. Naked, I straddle him again, lining him up at my entrance.

I sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch. We both gasp as he fills me completely. I stay still for a moment, just feeling him inside me, thick and warm.

Then I start to rock.

Slow, gentle rolls of my hips. No rushing. Just deep, loving movements that make us both moan. My hands rest on his chest as I ride him, my eyes locked on his.

"Azren..." I whisper, my voice trembling. "I'm right here. Always with you."

He grips my hips with shaking hands. His eyes are soft, full of love and surrender.

"You feel like home," he croaks. "My beautiful wife... riding me so perfectly."

I blink back my tears as I keep moving, rocking a little faster now, taking him deeper. The pleasure builds slowly, warmly, wrapping around us like a blanket.

He reaches up and cups my breasts, his thumbs brushing my nipples as I move.

I lean down and kiss him softly, our mouths moving together in the same slow rhythm as our bodies. My hands rest on his chest, feeling every frantic beat of his heart beneath my palms.

Then Blaze's voice echoes clearly in my mind, urgent but gentle.

'Mark him. Now. While he's open. While he's yours.'

My breath catches. The instinct envelops me in an instant.

I sit up straighter, still rocking on him, and look down at my beautiful, broken husband. His lips are parted, his cheeks flushed. And his eyes are locked on mine with complete surrender.

"Azren..." I whisper, my voice unsteady. "I want to mark you. Can I?"

His eyes widen slightly, then they soften.

"Yes," he rasps, his hips lifting to meet mine. "Please, baby. Mark me. Make me yours."

The moment he says it, the urge inside me snaps into place.

I lean down again, pressing my mouth to the junction of his neck and shoulder. My hips keep moving, slow and deep, taking him in long strokes. I can feel him swelling inside me, so close.

Blaze pushes forward, and I let her. My teeth elongate, grazing his skin, and then they sink in.

Azren gasps, his whole body jerking beneath me. The bite is hard enough to draw blood.

The second my teeth break skin, his orgasm hits him like a storm.

"Fuck—Noelle—!" he cries out, his voice breaking into a long, guttural groan.

His orgasm doesn't stop. It stretches, prolonged and intense, his cock pulsing endlessly inside me as wave after wave crashes through him.

His back arches off the bed, his eyes rolling back, his body shaking under mine. Deep, helpless grunts and groans tear from his throat as he keeps coming, filling me with heat.

The runes on his chest suddenly glow brighter than they have in days, turning a fierce, molten gold instead of angry red. They pulse in time with his release, as though they're reacting to my mark.

I gasp, scared for a second, holding him tighter as he trembles and shakes beneath me.

"Azren—baby—" My voice cracks with worry. He looks overwhelmed, almost lost. I almost call for help, terrified I've hurt him.

But then, with a loud gasp, he sits up suddenly.

His arms wrap around me tightly, pulling me flush against his chest as he buries his face in my neck. The runes on his skin are glowing... then fading. The angry light drains away completely, leaving smooth, unmarked skin where the runes once burned.

He's still shaking, his cock still twitching inside me in weak, lingering pulses, but his eyes...when he finally pulls back to look at me... are wide, clear, and full of wonder.

"Noelle..." he breathes, his deep voice raspy. "The runes... they're gone."