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 v
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