Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 164
Irene chuckled softly and held his chin again. Having just returned from the dungeon, she could feel the rough stubble of his beard under her touch.
Even that was pleasant, so she stroked his arm and this time kissed him deeply as he had wanted.
As if he had been waiting for it, his tongue entered Irene’s mouth.
Through the thin fabric separating their bodies, she could hear his heart pounding.
Encouraged by the pleasant beat, Irene actively entwined her tongue with his.
Their tongues tangled like knotted tree roots, and the room filled with the sound of their sticky mingling.
It was only when they were both panting for breath that their long kiss ended.
Irene pretended to stroke his hand as she rolled up his sleeve.
The wound he claimed was from a beast was gone without a trace, as if it had never been there only moments before.
“It seems like the purification is complete now.”
As she stepped back, Michael sighed.
“Do I need to be more severely injured for you to take care of me?”
“What a frightening thing to say.”
“But what can I do?”
As Irene stepped back, he stepped forward, reaching out to wrap his arm around her waist.
“It seems you won’t come close unless it’s serious.”
With that, he kissed her forehead and various spots on her face.
When his lips gently nibbled her earlobe, she let out a languid moan.
Michael’s large hand swept over her excited body.
His hand, which had been stroking her neck, hesitated no more and firmly grasped her b****t.
After indulging in its fullness a few times, his hand moved lower and slipped inside Irene’s shirt.
Even as his audacious hand groped over her clothes, it became even more lewd as it slipped beneath.
His hand crawled under her underwear, as if what he had felt before was not enough, and tickled and twisted the pointed tip of her b****t.
“Mmph…!”
As a tingling rush overwhelmed her, Irene covered her mouth with her hand while he whispered in her ear.
“I don’t understand why you make such noises over nothing.”
As expected.
It seemed he was not pleased with Irene’s claim that nothing had happened between them in the dungeon.
“Are you really going to be so petty?”
“I don’t understand what you mean. So…”
His hand, which had been zealously massaging her b****t, scratched down her stomach and slipped under her skirt.
“I suppose we should continue with these trivial things.”
“No, there, that, stop…”
His unhesitant hand rubbed over her underwear and then slowly scraped the thin fabric over her cleft with his nails.
“Ah, there! Stop… ah, yes!”
As she squirmed under the ticklish and electrifying sensations, Irene tried to push his fingers away.
But Michael was not the type to back off so easily.
He covered her entire secret area with his palm and then moved his hand rapidly as if shaking it.
“Ah, oh, oh!”
Standing, Irene swayed and then collapsed into his arms as if leaning on him.
As if he knew it would happen, Michael expertly caught her and moved his hand even faster.
After a short moan and heavy breathing, she gasped for air.
The man who had explored her body exhaustively in the dungeon now knew exactly how to touch her to make Irene reach the end quickly.
His long fingers pushed her underwear aside and slipped stealthily into the wet cleft.
He stirred around the sticky fluid she had released, then slowly withdrew his hand and presented the wet fingers in front of her.
“It seems you’re wet down here.”
Then, he positioned himself below her.
The outline of his e***t s***t was distinctly felt against her stomach.
“As I am wet as well, if you don’t mind…”
His hand began to unbutton her clothes.
“Would it be alright if I washed you?”
