“I do. I can take it,” I said huskily, “Be your c**k slave…” I moved back over and started to tongue his n****e.
“Claire, I’m good. Go to sleep.”
“Azriel, I can take it. If you don’t release it now it’ll get worse and it could be more than I can handle, I’m here for you, let’s play a game, I---”
He put his hand over my mouth, “I just spent 2 hours beating a punching bag to a pulp so that you don’t have to deal with it instead. I am fine. Go to sleep.”
He took his hand off my mouth.
“Azriel---”
His hand came back over my mouth and stayed there.
After a few minutes he lifted it.
I didn’t say anything. He pulled me against him and I kissed his chest and eventually fell asleep with my nose against his skin.
Azriel's POV
What has she become? Some armchair psychiatrist who thinks she k
