Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 252

She needed to escape him somehow, even for a brief moment to catch her breath, yet despite the desperation in her mind, her body cruelly refused to move.

Michael, gazing down at her powerless form, grabbed her legs and straightened his upper body.

Then, with his large hands, he pressed down on her thighs, spreading them even wider.

Her position resembled that of a dead frog, but Irene no longer had the strength to close her legs.

“Nngh…”

The weak moan that escaped her lips was far too feeble to stop his actions.

As her legs spread wide, Michael pressed in with more strength, pushing deeper into Irene.

She had thought there was no further to go, yet as Michael bore down on her entire body and drove himself in, a sharp, aching sensation reverberated deep in her stomach.

The reason she had barely managed to hold onto blurred into chaos once again.

Michael seemed to withdraw momentarily, only to slam back in with even greater force.

She even had the absurd thought that at this rate, she might be torn apart and die.

While she floundered, not knowing what to do, Michael tightened his grip on her waist and increased his pace.

The sound of his t*******s slapping against her perineum traveled up her body and rang in her head.

Slap, slap!

The sound of their bodies colliding grew faster.

His powerful body, far from tiring, only seemed to swell with even more energy as the act continued.

As another climax approached, Irene closed her eyes and simply let her body be taken by him.

Perhaps that displeased him. The movements that felt as if they would last until the end of the world suddenly stopped.

He slipped a hand beneath her back and lifted her up as easily as if she were a paper doll.

She thought he might continue while holding her, but after dragging his tongue over her chest once, he spun her body around while still connected.

“Ah…!”

The sensation of him scraping her insides made a moan slip from her lips before she realized it.

As if pleased by the sound, Michael’s beautiful eyes curved slightly.

Between his arms—one wrapped around her stomach and the other around her chest—her b*****s, already covered in red bite marks, trembled.

This was one of the positions Irene struggled with the most.

Whenever he entered her from behind, he always managed to reach even deeper. Moreover, the way her b*****s bounced wildly between his arms each time he moved sent sharp pain through her.

If only that were all.

“Aah, ugh, ngh…!”

As Michael pressed her chest between his arms and pulled her body close, a high-pitched moan tore from her throat.

Not being able to see Michael’s face made Irene even more tense.

A tense body should have made things more difficult, yet her body, long accustomed to him, accepted his unpredictable movements as pleasure.

Hot breath brushed against her nape. The same mouth that had left marks all over her chest now seemed intent on scattering them along her neck as well.

With each deep thrust that made her chest bounce, another bite mark bloomed on her throat.

Never enough to draw blood, yet leaving deep red marks that would linger for a long time.

Once again, their mixed fluids dripped down messily.

Between her broken sobs, a whimpering moan spilled from Irene’s lips, a sound that sent a thrill through Michael.

His arms repeatedly lifted and dropped Irene’s body.

With his strength and her own weight combined, she found herself crashing down onto him over and over.

“Aah, ahng, ah, ahh…!”

The shorter the intervals, the more frequently moans burst from her mouth.

Perhaps because they were joined as one, both of them could feel it.

The final, most intense climax was drawing near.

And then, the moment Michael drove himself into her with all his might—

“……!”

Irene’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, her head thrown back.

Her insides clenched down on him as if trying to devour him whole.

Michael closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck, surrendering himself completely to the sensations she gave him.

It was ecstasy.

And moments later, Irene’s trembling eyes fluttered shut.

Her body also went limp.

Overwhelmed by the unbearable pleasure, she had fainted.

Noticing her breathing had turned faint, Michael slowly withdrew himself from her and laid her down on the grass.

Even then, he did not pull out completely.

For a long time, he remained inside her, unmoving.

His slow retreat was filled with reluctance, his hesitation evident in every deliberate motion.

It was impossible to tell how long he had stayed within her.

But as he finally withdrew, Irene’s still-quivering insides reflexively clenched and expelled what had been inside.

It was all his seed.

Michael considered pushing it back in but soon abandoned the thought.

For his purpose, it wouldn’t matter if he simply took her again.

But ultimately, what he truly wanted was to see Irene looking at him…

To hear the voice she made each time he moved.

He placed his palm on Irene’s stomach and pressed down lightly.

That alone was enough to make the thick liquid inside her spill out from the entrance that had yet to fully close.

For a brief moment, he thought it was a waste.

But then, he withdrew even more of himself from within her.

After all, he could always fill her again.

At some point, a damp cloth had appeared beside him.

This was his domain—anything he desired could manifest here.

Michael began meticulously cleaning Irene’s body, which was utterly soiled with the traces he had left.

Even her necklace, set with a jewel the same color as her eyes, was dulled, stained by the s***n splattered over it.

After wiping it clean, he placed Irene’s head on his lap and gazed down at her face.

The streaks of tears on her face made her look pitiful.

Irene had asked him countless times why he was doing this.

Each time, Michael had felt the overwhelming urge to tell her everything.

That the only reason she had been able to return to life—

Was because he had forced the impossible to become possible, even as he was swallowed by monstrosity.

But he could never say it.

Because the Michael that Irene loved was the one who had never hurt her.

Michael wrapped his body around hers.

Feeling the warmth of her skin, he recalled a memory from long ago.

The day he burned Irene’s corpse—

And traveled to the kingdom of Princess Cecilia.

The day he learned, through that woman, just how much his actions had wounded Irene.