it hasn’t even happened, and yet the guilt is already burning hotter than his usual angelical heat. he knows he shouldn’t be around her, but she’s a temptress. but how has she managed to seduce him ? he was no ordinary angel. he was an ARCHANGEL, a war commander, a heavenly hero. and yet here he stands. shook like eve, as if he had to choose between gods command or the world. the scent of shame lingers in the air, but he disregards it, denies the sense. mikhaels always had a burning desire for the succubus queen, always wanted to taste her poisonous lips. yet, he’s always had the willpower to pull away from her embrace by the grace of GOD. But this time, it’s pure lust. and he’s trying to rationalize it as curiosity, but he knows it’s so much more than that. DESIRE. he wants to, he needs to. it’s primal. a necessity. he needs it. he needs to. calloused hands tightly grip onto her hips. calls her a thorn in his ribcage, but he’d bleed just to gaze upon her rose bush. for a simple touch he’d bleed a thousand years over. can angels pray for forgiveness ? the kiss is far from sweet, he wishes to touch her, devour her. she tastes like exile, instantaneous regret and yearning.