Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 200
âUnderstood. Have I ever failed to follow your wishes?â
He brazenly spoke, deliberately rubbing his body against hers.
âAhh!â
Startled, Irene gasped, momentarily fearing that his arousal might tear through the fabric and force its way inside.
Of course, he didnât push forward, but the sensation of his form twitching beyond the fabric only made her more tense.
Michael began to move his hips slowly.
It was just a motion, butâ
âAh⌠ahâŚâ
Her already aroused body seemed to react as though trying to push him away even though he wasnât entering her. Her hips lifted slightly, seemingly in rejection.
Yet that very action only stoked Michaelâs desire further.
He forced her clasped fingers apart and intertwined them with his own, a touch Michael cherished above all.
A connection so tight it felt like they would never let go, binding them firmly together.
âIrene, you need to purify me.â
As Irene panted and gave herself over to his movements, Michael whispered in her ear, urging her not to be lazy.
Kiss. Kiss.
At the same time, he left light kisses along her ear and cheek, never stopping his affection.
Below, he moved with a lewd rhythm, but above, he acted like a tender lover craving her warmth.
The stark contrast left Irene completely overwhelmed, unable to collect her thoughts.
Even so, at his urging, she summoned her power to purify.
She was now a fourth-grade purifier.
She should have been more accustomed to absorbing his miasma than before.
But the immense energy pressing into her entire body felt overwhelming.
âAhh⌠ahhâŚâ
Tears welled up in her eyes once more.
How much longer would it take to rid him of all the miasma within him?
Irene desperately wanted to purify him completely, enduring the hardship as she absorbed it all.
As she took him in, heat began to rise in her body.
Her physical excitement and the strain of purification blurred together, making her head spin.
âJust a little moreâŚâ
But then, a sudden thought made her body shudder.
âMore? What more?â
As if to answer her unspoken question, Michael thrust his hips upward.
âHah!â
The heaviness pressing against her back swelled further, as though silently questioning why she resisted what she so clearly desired.
Her heated body could no longer muster strength.
Before long, Irene surrendered completely, yielding herself to his embrace. The weight of him enveloping her left her languid and weak.
Michaelâs body shifted, and their movements mirrored those of two beings perfectly in sync, exploring each other as if they were one.
Their combined rhythm grew more intense, and soon they both reached their peak.
âUghâŚâ
âAhnghâŚâ
Both released muffled groans.
Even as Michael caught his breath, he never fully relaxed his body, knowing how difficult it would be for her if he did.
Still, he didnât forget to press against her hips, indulgently moving in a way that satisfied his lingering desire.
After taking a moment to calm himself, Michael lifted a hand to smooth her hair.
Clearing away the silver strands clinging to her sweat-soaked neck, he revealed the delicate curve of her pale throat.
Without hesitation, he buried his face there, licking the sweat from her skin.
To him, even this act felt like part of his purification.
After a long moment, Ireneâs unfocused eyes began to regain their clarity.
Sensing her recovery immediately, Michael pressed himself against her again.
âThen, letâs begin again.â
At his words, Irene turned her head to glare at him, her eyes filled with resentment.
But Michael didnât retreat. Even as she glared, she hadnât outright refused him.
âWhatâs wrong?â
He asked, as though waiting for her to give the answer he wanted.
The sight of her lips trembling slightly, as if debating whether to speak, made him want to lose himself in her completely.
He restrained himself, waiting patiently for her words.
After a long silence, Ireneâs expression crumbled, and she spoke in a small, defeated voice.
âJust⌠just do it.â
Michael didnât ask her to clarify.
He knew better than anyone what she meant.
Reaching out, he gently pressed her back.
Without resistance, Irene collapsed onto the bed again.
Michael grasped the tightly fastened top of her dress.
With a loud rip, the buttons popped off and scattered across the floor.
With a single motion, he turned the dress into a pile of shredded fabric. Sliding his hand beneath her belly, he lifted her hips.
Caressing her exposed curves with reverence, Michael murmured,
âAs you wish.â
Squelch.
The wet sound of his broad tip parting her slick flesh echoed lewdly.
âExactly as you say.â
The next moment, he plunged deeply into her, filling her completely.
