Chapter 132
Soft, golden hair was tangled messily in Ireneās hands, yet he paid no mind and continued to move his tongue, lapping up the flowing water.
He drank it greedily, as if a parched man had finally found an oasis.
āAh! Ah, ngh, hng!ā
She had never imagined that someone elseās lips would touch her there.
Not even in her previous life had she experienced something like this.
Because of this, Irene struggled to recover from the shock.
She still couldnāt believe that this was happening with Michael, the most chaste holy knight, who now had his face pressed between her legs.
The heat that rose from within her soon consumed her entire body.
In the end, Irene experienced her third o****m, still clutching his hair.
A while later, he pulled away.
His face, just like the area he had first kissed, was slick with a substance that made it difficult to recognize whose it was.
There was so much that it trickled down his face, thick and sticky.
Seeing this, Irene couldnāt hold back her tears of shame.
āI, I told you, donātā¦!ā
She felt embarrassed that Michael had witnessed her in such a wanton state.
But Michael was without any shame.
Without hesitation, he left soft kisses on her inner thigh and, with his face still marked by the traces of their encounter, spoke calmly.
āI donāt understand why youāre embarrassed.ā
As if to say that this was only natural between them.
He gently comforted the sobbing Irene.
Meanwhile, without her realizing, he had once again positioned himself between her legs.
When Irene reached her peak, he had also let out a light release.
It was clumsy, but there was no helping it.
Who could witness such a sight and not react?
Michael grasped himself, now fully aroused, and positioned it at her loosened entrance.
āIrene.ā
She was still sniffling, as if unable to escape the shock from his actions.
Michael clicked his tongue inwardly. If she knew how much her sobbing drove him mad, she wouldnāt be crying like that.
What he had spent time preparing entered her easily, unlike before, and when it did, Ireneās teary eyes widened in surprise.
Michael kissed her gently on the eyes, and as he braced himself beside her, he lowered his body.
āMmhā¦ā
The thickest part slipped a bit further inside.
The stretched opening ached in protest.
Her body began to tremble as she thought of the intense sensations that would follow.
āIām going to enter.ā
She wanted to protest that he was already inside.
āAhā¦!ā
The moment he pushed a bit further, Irene could only let out a moan.
That familiar, overwhelming sensation from long ago slowly pressed into her, stirring her insides.
Though she had taken him many times before, it had been so long that everything felt strangely unfamiliar.
āHahā¦ā
It wasnāt just Irene who was struggling.
Michael, who was slowly lowering himself over her, also let out a strained breath.
The sharply defined muscles that lined his body tensed, rigid as stone.
The veins bulging and the sinews moving beneath his skin hinted at how much restraint he was exercising.
Michael moved slowly as he entered Irene.
āAhā¦ Ahā¦ā
No matter how prepared she was, he was still difficult to take.
Slowly, but steadily, he pushed himself deeper, pausing when he met resistance.
Then, looking down at Irene, who was panting with her lips parted, he whispered.
āRelax.ā
āBut, that, howā¦ā
Irene was at a loss, and Michaelās expression grew conflicted.
Then, he suddenly pressed his lips to hers.
This was something he had patiently taught her throughout a night at the fortress, so she accepted him, accustomed to the way he moved.
The moment she relaxed from the kissā¦
ā…..!ā
With a wet, muffled sound, he thrust all the way in, down to the very base.
