Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 239
âIf only something of yours could come out from here.â
Michael murmured as he tightened his grip on her chest. Soft, pale flesh spilled between his long fingers.
Michael repeated the motion, squeezing her b****t firmly before releasing it, over and over again.
His movements made it clearâhe was determined to extract something, no matter what.
Feeling increasingly embarrassed, Irene reached up and grabbed his hands.
âMichael, wait. Justâjust a momentâŚâ
More than the pressure of his touch, what frightened her was the way pleasure overshadowed any pain.
No matter how hard he tried, nothing would come out.
And yet, he was relentless.
The rougher his hands moved, the heavier their breathing became.
Sometimes he was rough, sometimes he was gentleâbut either way, he devoured her chest without restraint.
And then, as if frustrated, he abandoned his hands entirelyâ
And wrapped his mouth around her b****t.
Soft strands of golden hair trembled atop her skin.
Slurp. Suck.
The obscene sound of wet suction filled the room.
Michael latched onto her swollen peak and sucked fiercely.
She had noticed beforeâhe seemed to enjoy teasing her n*****s.
Otherwise, he wouldnât bite, suck, and lick them for so long that they became tender and swollen.
But todayâŚ
Today was different.
Normally, he would tease and pleasure her with the tip of his tongue, pressing and rubbing gently.
But now, he was completely lost in sucking, like a starving babe.
Even though nothing came out, his throat bobbed, swallowing eagerly.
It was so convincing that for a moment, Irene almost believed she was actually producing milk.
She grabbed his shoulders and tried to push him awayâ
But Michael wasnât the type to budge so easily.
Instead, as if showing off, he buried his face deeper into her chest, moving his tongue even more eagerly.
The obscene, wet sounds grew even louder against her ears.
Realizing exactly what he wanted, Irene pressed against his head, trying to push him away.
âAh⌠nothingâs coming outâŚâ
He was a holy knight.
He probably didnât know much about a womanâs body.
Maybe he genuinely thought a womanâs chest could produce milk at any time.
That would explain why he refused to let go.
Did he even hear what she said?
At long last, after sucking so hard it almost hurt, he finally lifted his head and looked at her.
âDo I need to suck harder?â
âThatâs not it!â
She turned her gaze away, flustered.
Michael, still resting his cheek against her b****t, blinked at her with innocent curiosity.
ââŚA baby has to be born first,â she muttered. âA woman only produces milk when sheâs carrying a child and⌠when her belly has grownâŚâ
It was such a simple, factual statementâ
And yet, her voice shook, her face turning even redder as she said it.
As ifâ
As if she were speaking about something that would happen to her someday.
Michaelâs body stiffened slightly.
Then, he murmured under his breath, almost like a sigh.
ââŚA childâŚâ
Hearing the word leave his lips, Ireneâs cheeks burned hotter.
Lately, she had been thinking about the future more and more.
Imagining what it would be like after this hunting season endedâ
Leaving the fortress together with Michael.
The cold, the biting frost that had once pierced her bones, still terrified her.
Even after coming back to life, that fear never left her.
But⌠if Michael was beside herâŚ
If they held hands and walked forward togetherâŚ
Then she felt like she could endure even the harshest winter.
They would go far away.
To a quiet land with no fortress, no dungeons, and no monsters.
They would find a small home by the sea.
She would wake up slowly in the late mornings, like a lazy cat, starting the day with a warm cup of tea.
She would try cooking new dishes, feeding them to Michael.
In reality, she had barely ever cooked before, soâŚ
Maybe, after just one bite, Michael would decide to take over completely.
After all, he had traveled across the continent and learned to cook from many different places.
But when she imagined these small, peaceful moments, her thoughts always stopped at one particular image.
Sunlight breaking over his golden hair as they walked hand in hand.
And in that momentâ
Irene found herself wishing to have even more of that beautiful light.
