Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 145
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When Michael opened his eyes again, he thought he was experiencing a terrible hallucination.
Irene was beneath him, just as he had last seen her.
It felt so real, unbearably vivid, to the point where he could feel the warmth of their bodies touching.
He had to believe it was a hallucination. Otherwise, there was no way he would be lying with her like this, both stripped and intertwined.
As he looked down, an explicit sight he had never even dared to imagine came into view.
The part of him that had grown nightly was now firmly held within Irene.
The moment he saw it, a sharp sensation coursed through his back.
Without thinking, Michael slowly moved his hips once.
Ā
āAh, nngh!ā
A sweet sound escaped close to his face.
Even the sacred hymns of the Grand Temple had never drawn him in like this brief moan, which instantly bewitched him.
Michael moved his body slowly once more.
Ireneās insides, holding him tightly, felt so narrow it seemed as if they might sever him.
Each movement brought a faint pain below, but instead, it only intensified his pleasure.
Michael moved at a slow pace, taking in the warmth and softness within her.
He felt he could stay like this forever, until his very breath faded.
With each movement, his motions grew, and Ireneās sounds grew louder with him.
Then, as he slowly pressed against a particular spot,
āMichael, s-stop, pleaseā¦!ā
Her lovely lips, which had been trembling with alluring sounds, called out his name.
In that moment, Michael felt his reason snap.
By the time he regained his senses, everything had turned into chaos.
Earlier, Irene had been merely damp with sweat.
Now her body was covered in vivid marks, red and blooming.
Moreover, he found himself holding her tightly, burying himself even deeper within her.
Just seeing this scene was already well beyond the limits of what he could endure.
But what drove Michael the most was the sight of her belly and below, covered in the traces of him.
In the deep night, all the desires he had poured out were now blanketing Irene.
Even as a holy knight, he wasnāt naive enough to believe that children came by magic alone.
Almost in a trance, Michael touched Ireneās belly, coated in his own release.
Purifiers, when they enter the fortress, take medicine to avoid pregnancy during the pairing period.
Irene would have taken it too, so no matter how much he poured out, there was no chance of anything taking root in this belly.
He should have felt relief at this.
But the moment he realized that no matter how much he tried, there would be no change here, Michael felt a deep emptiness he had never known.
āA childā¦ā
That was something forever beyond his reach.
Not only for him, but for everyone in the templeāa thought they couldnāt even dare entertain.
For the first time, Michael found himself questioning the teachings of the temple.
If all children were blessings from the divine, why canāt the servants of God, those closest to Him, receive such blessings?
Wouldnāt those who serve God most closely deserve to have more children?
Satisfied with his own thoughts, Michael held the panting Irene tightly.
He wasnāt entirely sure what he had done during the moment heād lost his rationality, but Irene, as if it were natural, wrapped her arms around his neck and wound her legs around his waist.
āAahā¦ā
With that movement, he felt himself regain strength, still standing firm within her.
He thought he had already reached his limit, yet Michael once again pushed himself into Irene, filling her even more.
The tightened walls within her only gripped him further.
āNnnghā¦ā
Michael moved his thick s***t in and out, savoring the feel of her body.
His lips swallowed Ireneās swollen lips.
Heād never imagined kissing this way, yet his tongue moved smoothly, exploring her warm mouth with ease.
It wasnāt as though heād ever pictured how someone might taste.
