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Chapter 791 - The Passion Fruit (done)

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021 )

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Archangel Uriel & Merle's Arc

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"Merle." Uriel said coolly, and it took him a lot of effort to dismiss her time and time again, knowing that her not so sweet-and-compliant Merle would never give up on this mission.? "I can't do it with you."

"But, I know you want to? " The statement had sounded like a question as she purred at him.

Clenching her teeth in displeasure, Merle still managed to sound forceful rather than seductive.

Yet, she might try to keep it under wraps by flashing him a slight conspiratorial smile, but he wasn't buying it.

"No." He met her bewitching gaze head-on, and the brilliant twin suns threatened to sear him with inner flames.

Folding his arms across his chest, Archangel Uriel glowered at her face and scanned her from her head down to her toe, then back to her countenance.

Her lady-love might assume she was doing him a favor with her sexual innuendos without realizing it was making things worse.

Had she used this ruse to Archangel Lucifer so that he would give her the giant grey wolfskin she had been wearing right now?

Anger crackled like an ember in his veins, and he imagined himself pouring buckets of icy water over his mind to resist the inviting allure.

It was dangerous for him to perceive fiercer emotions than what was necessary for an Archangel.

Did Merle think he wouldn't notice her wielding this tactic like a weapon while she worked at the tavern when her every movement was inspected by the male gaze who watched her in their peripheral vision?

For once, Merle's roaming hands didn't seek to touch him again.

She already sensed his discomfort over the skin-to-skin contact, making him feel hotter from overthinking how a woman's skin felt so soft.

"Aren't you curious about it, Uriel?"

Uriel could easily pick up the slight nuance of her voice.

"I—"Archangel Uriel's mouth opened and closed as his agitated mind grasped at the respectful thoughts scrambling away from him.

He was clutching at straws here.

"I told you, Merle. I will not break my covenant to the Highest Creator." Archangel Uriel scoffed as he tried to talk some sense into her. "I will not turn into one of the Watchers and sire Nephilims! Demons." He enunciated. "The very same creatures everyone abhorred in the Material Realm due to the chaos their existence had brought."

He loved her too much to put that burden on her, and here he thought that both of them were against this!

It was insane how she could change her mind this easily!

Maybe, she felt so abandoned, needing his company for the last time.

Merle just had to tell him if she needed a hug to soothe her fears.

He could do it if she told him honestly as long as she accepted that he would be gone by sunrise.

Still, it would help if they separate rather than see each other suffer and choose to make it worse.

Archangel Uriel was as lonely as her, but he was dead set on being cruel rather than kind.

It took so little time for him to decide to turn her away from him that she had to beg him like a desperate woman.

She was a beautiful woman has a beautiful soul.

God, Merle was as captivating as a goddess.

His ray of sunshine radiated from the inside out like a sunflower.

She cared a lot about him and did it with such ease.

Merle wasn't difficult to love.

She was the most astonishing girl he ever met, having this rare desire to help the world, her loved ones, and those who needed her love.

Living with her was a pleasure.

She was easy to talk to, fun to be around, and she never judged him for being an Archangel.

Not until now.

She could easily detach from the good memories—the smiles they have shared that flooded her with warmth— if she could find a man.

With her golden eyes, moonlight skin, delicate jawline, and dark red braid hanging over her left shoulder, it wouldn't be hard for men to snatch her up and steal her away from him with those naturally elegant curves.

But did he want that?

Fingers played with the ribbons of her corset. Merle fidgeted in her place. "What if I tell you that we can try and do it but not quite?"

Heart in her mouth, her golden eyes expected a good response.

Wide-eyed, Archangel Uriel shrugged, perplexed about her implication.

"I don't know what you mean." He muttered with a good shake in the head.

Frown lines marred his forehead.

She started glancing at the ground for a second before she brought her gaze back to his eyes.

Now, that made him even more suspicious.

It was a classic gesture used by beautiful female Faeries accustomed to getting what they wanted, especially when he passed by at the brothels out of sheer curiosity.

Uriel contented himself with people watching, observing the pairs' body language and sensual gestures—primarily male and female-- outside the establishment.

It was amusing to see the couples' interactions before they could even enter the house of ill repute.

How much more if Archangel could peek behind closed doors?

Archangel had spied on these couples only once, and he didn't do it again, already satisfied with the information he gathered from the lovebirds outside the premises.

What would Merle think of him if she found out?

He wasn't even sure if they were couples since he recalled that Merle had taught him about males in the Material Realm using prostitutes to 'relieve the itch,' explaining that this strange 'itch' was called Lust.

That was what she said, explaining that 'Love' and 'Lust' were poles apart.

Merle had asked him about this specific scenario.

Uriel would feel the desire to mate from out-nowhere, and she wasn't near.

Would he seek out another woman without minding who it was and just decided in that spur of the moment to bury his shaft into her with her consent?

Uriel found that so ridiculous that he answered 'no' before Merle could finish the question.

He remembered Merle's satisfied smirk after his resounding 'no' and smacked her lips in his mouth.

That stolen kiss had caught him off-guard, and he kissed her right back—long and deep.

She cleared her throat.

"I will teach you, Uriel." She whispered as she kept her eyes on the ground. "Maybe,? I can? teach you how to do it."

Shrugging the wolfskin fur off her back, Merle let it fall to the ground before she began taking off her clothes.

First, she pulled on the ribbons of her corset before throwing them aside.

Peeling the thin, lilac dress out of her skin in just one go, her bodice followed, and it landed on the ground in a graceful heap.

"I will give you a taste of what you have been missing."

The cool white of her skin had blinded Uriel that he didn't bother covering his eyes, but he quickly recovered from it.

Alarmed, Uriel had never been more conscious of his surroundings as he looked around their vicinity.