Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 202
āā¦ā¦!ā
At that moment, Irene did not see it, but the smile on Michaelās face disappeared.
Though she had kissed him first before, it was the first time she had moved on her own to embrace him in this way.
It was only just a little more than before, but even that seemed to overwhelm her, as her head tilted back.
Trembling all over from the strain, she moved her hips again.
Michael gritted his teeth and pulled himself back slightly.
At that, a faint whimper, as if protesting, escaped her, and Irene pressed herself back against him.
āIrene.ā
Did she even realize what she was doing?
The veins in Michaelās neck throbbed noticeably.
The beautiful curve of her hips swayed, so enticing it felt as though he might bite into her without realizing it.
When he tried to pull back again, Irene called out to him.
āMichael, pleaseā¦ā
He could no longer ignore it.
Irene needed him now.
The way she craved what only he could give made Michael bite his lip.
He had always dreamed of a world where she existed.
Each time he turned back time, the first thing he did was confirm Ireneās presence.
Sometimes he ran to the countās estate, sometimes to the fortress.
But every time, Irene was nowhere to be found.
Each time he confirmed her absence from the world, Michael thought:
Was it because he, who had thrown her into hell without knowing anything, dared to desire her, that she no longer existed in this world?
Was it because she didnāt want to see him, that she simply did not exist?
With each reversal of time, Michaelās wish grew smaller and smaller.
At first, he had wished for Irene to exist in the world exactly as he remembered her.
Just as she had looked at him before.
But after confirming again and again that she was gone, he began to wish simply for her existence, in any form.
Even if she wasnāt in the same time as him, he hoped that she had lived happily in the world he had rewound and passed on peacefully.
Even if they never met, it didnāt matterāas long as she hadnāt suffered when she left.
But even that hope faded, leaving him adrift, unsure of why he continued to turn back time.
Until finally, he encountered this world.
A world where Irene existed.
She was just as he remembered, appearing in the fortress as a purifier, just as she had been when they first met.
He had taken her hand before it could reach for anotherās, making her hold his instead.
At the time, Michael had been so overcome by the fact that she existed that he hadnāt desired anything else.
Except for one thing.
That she would take him as her pair.
But the human greed he hadnāt shed, even after becoming a monster, began to crawl out.
Irene.
I want to hold you closer.
I want you to see only me.
Andā¦ I want you to desire me.
A filthy, shameless, clinging desire.
He had thought it could never come trueā¦
Michael turned Ireneās body over.
As he moved, still tightly joined with her, his length scraped relentlessly against her insides.
āAhhn!ā
As Irene shook her head and trembled, Michael gripped her knees and spread them wide.
āIrene.ā
He thrust into her, delving deeper inside.
With each powerful stroke, her soft body quivered.
āAh!ā
A moan, tinged with joy and pleasure, burst forth.
āIs this what you want?ā
āAh, mmh! Justā¦ a little moreā¦ā
Irene sobbed, gripping him even more deeply.
As if it werenāt enough, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
āDo you want me? Truly?ā
āYes, mmh! Michael. More, deeperā¦ ah, ah!ā
Straightening his back, Michael thrust into her as deeply as she wanted.
Having explored her body so many times, he knew exactly where to press and where to rub to draw out her cries.
Each time he drove into her, a moan mixed with pleasure spilled from her lips.
Michael held her closer as her body leaned toward him.
Thisā¦ was the perfect world.
The most sweet and beautiful being, gifted to him for achieving the impossible.
Calling her name, Michael continued to move.
Indescribable sensations, as if they might die at any moment, enveloped the two of them.
Each time Irene showed her struggle, Michael felt joy.
The fact that he could fill her so completely made him nothing but happy.
What began as two separate bodies now moved as one, perfectly synchronized.
And then, at the moment their breaths aligned perfectly,
Michael kissed Irene, releasing his love and desire into her deepest place.
The false wish of merely wanting her existence vanished.
Now, Michael wanted to make the most beautiful being in existence completely his own.
This was the purest desire left in the one who had turned back the clock countless times.
