Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 167
Even amidst all their debauchery, he usually held a composed demeanor. This time, however, he faltered as his eyebrows knit tightly.
He looked as if someone had struck his weakest point. His lips quivered, his veins bulged along his neck, and his trembling hands gripped the edge of the bathtub for support.
Seeing him struggle, Irene knew she should let go of what she was holding.
But she didnât.
ââŚâŚâ
She was captivated, staring at his contorted expression.
It wasnât the first time she had seen him look like this.
He had worn a similar expression during moments of intense pleasure and agonyâparticularly when he would release himself deep inside her after their most prolonged sessions of intimacy.
The mix of ecstasy and suffering etched on his face had always been something she could only witness after an extended night of passion.
But now, just from her gripping him with her hand, that same expression emerged with startling ease.
The realization that this towering man was trembling from nothing more than her touch was almost surreal.
Without thinking, Irene began to move her hand slowly.
Even though it was hidden beneath the rippling water, the size and solidity of him were unmistakable.
It wasnât just bigâit was immense.
So much so that her hand couldnât fully wrap around its girth.
She had always known he was large, but now that she held him in her hand, the fact that this had fit inside her body seemed almost unbelievable.
The combination of firmness and softness shifted under her touch, the veins pulsing with every movement of her hand.
Unlike the unpleasant, dark red of those who had once flaunted themselves in front of her in her previous life, Michaelâs was pale, almost holy, with a faint pink hue in places.
Perhaps because of this, Irene found herself gripping him more boldly, moving her hand up and down with confidence.
âAh, kghâŚâ
If he were truly suffering, he could have stopped her, pulled away, or even swatted her hand aside.
Yet, the knight, known for his unparalleled strength, remained frozen, reduced to nothing but soft moans.
His helplessness emboldened Irene further.
Switching to both hands, she began to move more vigorously, up and down, faster than before.
The water churned violently, and Michaelâs groans grew louder.
âAhh, mmhâŚâ
He trembled under her touch, and with each motion, Irene felt an unexpected sense of controlâa satisfaction she had never experienced before.
Until now, she had only been on the receiving end of pleasure, yet here she was, capable of giving it to him.
She became fully engrossed in her sensual game.
Her hands alternated between stroking and squeezing the tip firmly, while one ventured to cup the base, exploring the firmness of the parts that had struck her so relentlessly during their encounters.
It wasnât something she had ever imagined doing, but now that she had started, her hands moved even more daringly than her thoughts could comprehend.
Eventually, the end came.
âStop, please⌠stopâŚâ
For the first time, Michael begged her.
But Irene had no intention of listening.
After all, when she had begged him before, he had never stopped for her.
She had resented him for it back then, but now, in this reversed situation, she finally understood why Michael had continued to push her.
With those reddened eyes and that sweet voice pleading her to stop, his obvious lie only made her feel more defiant.
So she tightened her grip and squeezed him firmly.
Leaning closer, she blew softly against his ear and called his name.
âMichael.â
At that moment, his entire body shuddered more violently than ever before.
âIrene⌠ahâŚâ
As he moaned her name, Irene felt a hot rush against her palm as he released.
Michaelâs strong body trembled finely, his breaths coming in harsh gasps.
His eyes, now tinged with red, glistened as if moist from the strain, while his unfocused gaze and slightly parted lips gave him an utterly undone appearance.
Looking at him, Irene thought to herself.
This man, in his current state of complete disarray, was more beautiful and precious to her than ever before.
Releasing him, she pulled her hand away.
The evidence of his release dissolved into the water, disappearing without a trace.
It was only after everything was over that he seemed to come back to his senses.
His face turned an impossibly deep red, as if it might burst, and he hurriedly sat up in the tub.
Water splashed everywhere, even hitting his face.
âWhy⌠why did you⌠what were youâŚ?â
The way he stammered, so unlike himself, made Irene chuckle softly.
She loved every part of him, even like this.
