Hell's Consort

Chapter 777 - Don't Leave Without Saying Goodbye (Merle's Arc)

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Archangel Uriel lifted a hand to cup the side of her jaw before he let it drop back to the bed. "Good morning, Merle."

Grinning from ear to ear, Merle knew how amazing Archangel Uriel was in that instant.

"How can you look so handsome early in the morning?"

It was a hypothetical question that she came up with when her mind somewhat cleared from the past memories.

Nothing mattered except that slight smirk on his otherwise serious face.

The Archangel smiled sometimes but his deep, low chuckle only comes out once in a blue moon.

Yes! She had lived for this sound.

Her lover rarely laughed.

The bedhead he had last night was now fixed as if he had combed his hair with his fingers.

"I don't know." Archangel Uriel shrugged as he kept a straight face. "You smell good, though."

Merle wasn't immune to the Archangel's charms.

She asked herself multiple times whether she was the only one who was uncomfortable with sleeping with him when she was too aroused last night.

These were the times where Merle had thought whether Archangel Uriel's confession yesterday was a lie and he did it so that he could stroke her ego.

How come the Archangel didn't feel anything?

The Archangel even fell asleep earlier than her, snoring in a matter of seconds, while all she wanted to do was touch him.

He can't control himself when he was around her and he can't keep his hands to himself because of his physical urges?

Well, where was this physical urge he was talking about because she can't feel it?

What happened that night was the exact opposite of what he said and it embarrassed her a little.

Archangel? Uriel was sound asleep, without feeling a bit strange around her close proximity as if he only saw her as a tree trunk and not a woman.

It wasn't like she wanted something naughty to happen between them under the covers but Merle, at least expected him to become aware of their sexual tension.

Mayhap, he was pure and innocent as most of the Archangels and she was the only one who had dirty thoughts.

Was she the only one who felt desire then, every time she fidget under his intense gaze?

What about Archangel? Uriel?

Was he just a willow in the wind—one who only goes with the flow every time she suggested something romantic?

Now, she was starting to doubt him as her eyes narrowed at him.

Did he really love her at all?

Damn, that Archangel was a bastard if that's true.

Maybe, she should demand a specific explanation about his feelings.

Merle was starting to feel that she was a minor inconvenience to the Archangel's life and he never took the initiative because he didn't really like her that much.

Was Merle was just a delusional girl who projected her own feelings and ideas to the man even if he didn't want anything to do with it?

Well, Merle didn't really need this pathetic piece of cloth called blanket, that the villagers had given them out of goodwill, with the Archangel here.

A few minutes had passed by last night and she had felt the opposite, fanning the flames of her passion to fever pitch in one of these ice-cold nights.

It was a contrast she would gladly experience if this man wasn't an Archangel.

Merle ignored it for both of their sakes and that was the reason why she was suffering this morning because she was thinking too much about how the hard and muscled lines of the Archangel's physique made her feel hot.

Who knew what Uriel would do if he found out?

It must be better if she thought about other things other than lust.

As he rolled to his side,? Uriel folded an elbow and settled it underneath him to rest his head against it and his mouth quirked up as he watched her watch him.

Maybe, he knew the effect he had on her and he was simply pretending that he had no idea.

Feeling her cheeks redden, Merle cleared her throat in chagrin.

Uriel was handsome and flawless before he could even say a word.

Merle shook her head to banish these thoughts away when she realized she had no business thinking about touching the moving rod in his breeches as he forced her to do yesterday.

Yawning, she stretched her arms towards Uriel and she almost hit the left side of his chiseled cheekbone.

Uriel avoided one of her fists by moving his head back and she noticed him stealing a quick glance on the strap of her nightclothes falling over her shoulders before he brought her gaze back to her eyes.

Merle can't help but do the same, allowing her eyes to wander all over the perfect muscles on his ivory chest.

"About yesterday, thanks for telling me about your concern. I appreciate it." Merle began as she observed her coyly beneath her lashes. "At first, I thought you are going to say something hurtful. I noticed you have been strangely silent these days as if you don't want to talk. It turned out that you were thinking about that."

"I apologize that I was answering you with one-word responses recently, Merle." His deep baritone got into her bones as it reverberated in his chest.? "I was worried and anxious. I don't want to put your life in danger just because you are involved with me."

As she wrinkled her nose, Merle asked quickly before she could stutter over her words, "Uriel." It was a question she was most scared to ask but curiosity got the better of her. "Are you happy that you are here with me right now?"

It was better to throw caution to the wind and let it out instead of constantly guessing.

If Merle was a mind-reader, that would be convenient.

"Yes."? Archangel Uriel's eyes were beautiful—full of honesty, gentleness, and innocence--that she didn't care what shade it was as long as she could drown in them forever.. "Very much."