Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 203
Irene exhaled weakly as she lay in Michaelâs embrace.
It was as if she were resting on a massive cushion called Michael.
Lying on her back against his chest, she gazed up at the ceiling.
If only she could just lie there and do nothing.
âMm, mmhâŚâ
Ireneâs body swayed slowly under his touch.
Michaelâs hands were so large that he could hold even a greatsword with one hand.
But even his massive hands couldnât fully encompass Ireneâs chest.
Regretting how her fullness slipped through his fingers, he tightened his grip.
Each time he did, her pale, swollen chest compressed until veins became visible.
At the tips, red peaks trembled with every motion.
The faint marks of saliva from repeated licks, along with shallow bite marks, revealed just how voraciously someone had claimed this place.
Michael massaged the marks heâd left, pinching her n*****s between his fingers and gently rubbing them.
âAh, mmhâŚâ
Her silver hair, spread across his chest, shimmered as if to say she disapproved.
Even with the curtains drawn, the bright summer sunlight spilled into the room, making her long silver hair shine brilliantly.
Michael, swallowing his admiration for its radiance, pressed and rubbed the places he had sucked on with his fingers.
âMmnh, ahâŚâ
As if trying to push the tips back inside, he pressed down firmly, making Irene shake her head.
Waves of silver rippled across his solid chest as the lower part of his body stirred back to life.
Michael slid his knee between Ireneâs legs, which had been limply spread for some time, widening them even further.
This brought his length in contact with the space between her thighs.
He removed the hand that had been groping her chest so thoroughly and aligned his e******n with her entrance.
At this, Ireneâs limp hand hurriedly grabbed his arm in alarm.
But it was only for a moment.
His s***t, already entering a place loosened and slick from countless previous visits, slid inside without resistance.
âMmnhâŚâ
Though she still struggled to take in his thickest part, once it entered, the rest slipped in smoothly.
Even in this position, he could only insert about half, but Michael found that to be enough.
He had already explored her deepest places countless timesânow, simply staying connected with her was satisfying.
Confirming that they were securely joined below, he removed his hand and returned it to her chest, which he had been gripping earlier.
This time, he began to move his hand in slow circles.
It wasnât just for his pleasure.
Providing consistent stimulation to various parts of her body made it easier for her to accommodate him.
âHaaâŚâ
Michael held her tightly in his arms.
The place that enveloped him below made wet, sticky sounds.
Though he couldnât see it, he knew the remnants of their hours-long union, a mix of what he had poured out and what she had released, must be clinging to the fine silver hair below, spilling out.
He wanted to look at the evidence of his devotion, but his service wasnât over yet.
Michael gave a light thrust with his hips.
âNnngh!â
The s***t, which had been partially inside, slid fully in and out of her once more.
Now, Irene didnât even tell him to stop.
She simply accepted him, as though it were natural.
The body that had struggled so much to take him in at first now seemed accustomed to him, and Michael found that deeply satisfying.
He slightly lifted his head and kissed Ireneâs sweat-drenched crown repeatedly.
Then, resuming his movements, he stirred inside her again.
The way her soft walls embraced him was utterly euphoric.
With an echoing, obscene sound, his s***t widened her insides.
Despite the hours they had spent joined, her walls still tightened around him as if they might snap, and he couldnât help but shape them to his form again.
That way, the next time he entered her, she could accommodate him more easily.
Michael finally withdrew himself as the sun began to dip toward the horizon.
As much as he wanted to stay like this foreverâor at least for the rest of the dayâthere was too much to do.
âFrom tonight onward, I need to proceed with the planâŚâ
It was Irene herself who had proposed the plan.
How could he not participate?
