Hell's Consort

Chapter 772 - What Is The Problem (Merles Arc)

Chapter 772 - What Is The Problem (Merle's Arc)

Newest Chapter of the Highest Tier (October 2021)

"Did this mean I am too focused on earthly pleasures from this physical urge I'm having?" There was a perpetual scowl in his countenance as his large hand settled over her fingers engrossed in fiddling with the fabric of her dress.

Her gaze fell on Uriel's light blond hair can replace a bird's nest.

Just like that, his words caught him off guard and it made her smile in amusement.

How can he disappoint her one second and seduce her the next with those words only a mischievous demon can come up with?

The Archangel had a newfound talent that needed to be protected.

Merle should be the only woman who sees this side of him.

"Oh," Merle emphasized the 'oh' along with a slow nod in the head.

She kept her eye contact with him and Archangel Uriel raised his chin in a challenge, paired with a tiny hint of a smirk.

Merle had wondered if she imagined the whole thing? when she asked, "--so this is the reason why you have gotten cold for the past three days because you are harping about this urge too much?"

"I can't control myself around you."? Archangel Uriel's large hand over hers lifted towards her face and stroked her jawline lightly. "I hate it." He closed his eyes and exhaled a deep sigh. "I don't want to become a Fallen Angel and put you in danger."

Merle swallowed the lump in her throat. " Don't speak it into existence, Uriel." She hated to think about it every time it crossed her mind.? "You? told me that the Watchers are continuously being hunted by your? Kind at the moment."

Her heartbeat slowed down and her entire muscles relaxed.

Frost grew like tiny white mushrooms over her lashes.

Uriel watched the ice crystals accumulate for a while before he cinched them out himself with his fingers.

Merle remained still from Archangel Uriel's attention and she focused on the rhythm on their own breath until they become synchronistic.

She was truly engaged at the moment. Merle observed the beauty of the moon with the pure black velvet as her stage while Archangel Uriel laid down beside her.

The softness of its glow called her body and brain to rest and it was the best reward for her weary soul.

"I can't promise that you will be a virgin if I remain in your presence for another month, you understand me?" His forefinger rested on her chin to raise it, compelling her gaze to return to his.? "I want to return to watch over the Garden of the Four Seasons and replace Lucifer in the post that I should be in charge with."

Her mouth had gone slack over the angel's sudden declaration. "So, it's my fault now." Uriel was so unpredictable that she didn't expect this at all coming from him.

Merle had to ask him, "Tell me honestly." Her fingers curled on Uriel's shoulders.

His white shirt lost its collar after it was torn in a large 'V' at the center, exposing the rock-hard muscles in his stomach,"Do you want to be with me?"

Archangel Uriel laid on his side and fully faced her as he propped an elbow to support his head. The thin linen blanket they shared together had slid down from his chest down to his chiseled abdominal muscles and she had let out a soft gasp without meaning to.

The tantalizing sight took Merle's breath away and she quickly reminded herself to inhale and ignore this unsolicited distraction.

Yet, she couldn't.

Merle sighed.

Archangel Uriel didn't miss her reaction and his eyes had flashed in concern.

He tilted his head and raised a winged eyebrow, wondering what he had done to evoke this kind of response. It wasn't the Archangel's character to feign innocence.

Uriel can be clueless about his own feelings most of the time so it was expected that he was also naive about other creatures in the Material Realm.

Didn't the man realize that she also felt the same way about him?

The Archangel's dark, seductive scent permeated through her senses that she found herself licking her lips.

Merle accidentally bit her lower lip hard until she tasted her own blood and she winced a little.

It wasn't because she wanted to lick him even if he smelled like roses and sweet vanilla.

Yes, right. Who was she fooling?

Of course, she wanted to kiss him again but she wasn't going to say that out loud.

Merle could only give him brief glances so as not to make it obvious.

Archangel Uriel's confession was a landmine she didn't want to step on.

Heart fluttering inside her chest, she couldn't hold the two conflicting emotions in her chest--excitement and nervousness--back when? Archangel Uriel leaned his face closer to inspect her mouth.

They were almost touching and breathing the same air.

Merle had kissed him once and he tasted like heaven.

She couldn't get enough of him and she loved it when his masculine musk coiled around her like a snake that had no intention of letting her go.

"Uriel, I will ask you again if do you still want to be with me." Merle repeated and the Archangel replied with a swift 'yes'.

Instead of making her jump for joy, his certainty irritated her. What was he up to with all these mixed signals?

"Then, what is the problem?"

Archangel Uriel's white tunic was shredded with holes, rips, and tears which exposed his glorious upper body due to the physical work he had done to build their own hut in just a quarter of an hour.

Merle had requested him not to attach the roof because she yearned for the first rays of the morning sun to hit her face, promising her another day that would bring her more joy and excitement instead of danger and chaos.

She grimaced when she realized her days were filled with those.

She was grateful that Archangel Uriel acquiesced with her strange plea.

It was strange but he didn't argue and focused on constructing their temporary home in the ominous mountains of the Faerie Realm where no one could touch her.