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Chapter 49

Angel

"What you doing?" Azazel peeped into the kitchen. Tom looked at her over his shoulder and tossed the pan he was holding. She walked in and peeped from his back. "Dinner?" She smiled up at him and he nodded. His face serious and sweat pricking on his forehead from the heat.

"I can help?" He shook his head no and she pouted. His shirtless body was covered in an apron and she poked his exposed biceps as the muscles flexed everytime he moved. "What are you making?" He turned the flame down and turned to face her pestering ass. "Nothing much. Just some pasta." Azazel smiled.

"I love pasta." He smirked. "You love food." Azazel pressed her lips into a thin line and glared at him. "Shut up."

"Make me."

Azazel smirked and tiptoed, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing their lips together.

She couldn't believe it. It was their third day here and they only now were making out. She expected it to be only making out.

"I regret not doing this the moment we got here." He whispered against her lips as his hands roamed her body and held her close. Azazel's hands racked through his hair and pulled at the roots earning a low groan from him.

"So do I." She whispered and kissed him with everything she got. Like they both were deprived of it. Like she couldn't breath without kissing him. Between making out and caressing her body with feathery touches Tom had turned the flame off.

Azazel pulled away as her chest rose and fell in short breaths. "Dinner?" He looked amazed and chuckled at his woman.

"You and your food Bellum." She gave a sheepish smile and pat his arm, ushering him to serve while she took a seat on the counter.

"What? You want me to feed you?" Azazel nodded like a kid and he shook his head struggling to hide the smile that threatened to adorn his hard features. "No. Eat yourself." Azazel shook her head and pouted. "Nooo" she dragged and he held the plate filled with pasta infront of her.

"Such a baby." Azazel smiled widely at that. "Your baby." Now he did not hide that breathtaking smile and shoved the spoon full of pasta into her mouth making her look like a puffer fish.

Azazel chewed and moaned at the flavours bursting on her tongue. "Ahh what did I do to get a man like this." She squeezed his cheeks and blew him a kiss. Tom grimaced and swatted her hand away. "Just eat idiot." Azazel smiled like an idiot and ate the rest of her pasta as he fed her. She occasionally grabbed the spoon and fed him and he did not protest.

"Want some more?" Azazel shook her head and placed a hand on her now full stomach. "I'm fuuullll" that was followed by a burp and her eyes widened. She clasped a hand on her mouth and embarrassment was pooling around her.

Tom laughed and shook his head. "Cute." She was not supposed to hear that by the way it was whispered. But she did anyways and a smile adorned her pale face. "I can't believe you burped Azazel Bellum." She glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest.

"It is a natural occurrence Tom Riddle. It happens when you eat too much and there's GAS in you." He laughed heartily at that and cleaned up as she watched. "Jerk."

"You mean, your jerk?" Azazel rolled her eyes and smiled. "Whatever makes you sleep at night."

He walked over to where she was sitting and pushed her legs apart before standing inbetween them. "I don't think we are sleeping tonight." He whispered and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Colour rose to her cheeks and she gave him a bewildered look.