Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 265
Irene took a trembling breath, her fingers tightening.
Michaelās golden hair, shimmering as if sunlight had been spun into thread, slipped softly between her fingers.
Perhaps he enjoyed her touch.
Michael let out a low laugh and pressed his face even deeper between her legs.
When he sharpened his tongue to a point and rubbed it into her depths, Irene threw her head back again.
āAh, ahā¦!ā
His tongue had a persistence beyond even that of his member.
Like he was savoring the finest delicacy in the world, he teased the swollen flesh at its tip, then bit down and sucked hard.
Each time, Ireneās mind went blank, her body quivering as she panted under the sensations he gave her.
The obscene sound of him greedily sucking her wet flesh echoed incessantly in her ears.
Whenever she tried to bring her legs together even slightly, Michaelās grip tightened, forcing her thighs apart.
āAhā¦ ahhhā¦ā
Each time he did so, he pushed his tongue in deeper. The tender, sensitive membrane couldnāt withstand the stimulation, and once more it gushed liquid.
Sensing it, he used the sharp ridge of his nose to push aside her slick, trembling flesh, delving in to rub relentlessly at her weakest spot.
āAh, nnngh, ngh, aahā¦!ā
A series of ragged moans spilled from her lips.
Every thrust of his tongue intensified the pleasure, and the force in her hands, clutching his hair, made her knuckles turn white.
The pleasure, meticulously built up, teetered on the brink of overflowing.
Desperately, Irene tried to push him away.
But to Michael, her resistance only signaled that she was nearing her limit.
Her moans grew shorter and her entrance twitched.
Then, in a careless flurry, his tongue probed deep, pressing firmly against her most vulnerable spotā
āAh, ahh!ā
The pleasure that had been swirling in the depths of her abdomen at last spilled over.
Ireneās body trembled violently in his grasp. Finally, she collapsed again onto the soft floor.
Even as she reeled under the lingering heat of release, Michael remained between her legs.
Only after some time did he lift his head.
His face was soaked, dripping with a glossy fluid.
Ireneās vision blurred, but she could still tell what it was, and she reddened in mortification.
As if amused by the reproach in her eyes, Michael offered a gentle smile, then made a show of licking his lips with his tongue.
With a gulp, he swallowed what heād still held in his mouth.
His protruding adamās apple bobbed conspicuously, as though wanting her to see.
Realizing heād taken in everything sheād spilled, Irene at last broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
āWhy are you crying?ā
His infuriating voice came closer, trying to console her.
Irene couldnāt comprehend him at all.
āWhy in the world would you evenā¦ā
She felt too embarrassed even to ask why he would swallow something like that.
Michael pulled the sniffling Irene into his embrace.
āYou told me not to put it in, so I just licked you insteadāyet you still cry this much. I really donāt know what to do.ā
He spoke as though troubled, and Irene, pinned like a trapped bird, trembled.
āYou didnāt put itā¦ in, butā¦ w-whyā¦ your mouthā¦ā
Her breathing was uneven, so her words faltered, and that made her weep all the more.
Michael did not apologize. Instead, as if heād been waiting for this, he caught her tears with his lips, swallowing them as though everything she shed belonged to him.
For days now, Irene had been like an animal caught in a snare called āMichaelā.
Not only had he locked himself tightly between her legs, but his arms also wrapped around her body like vines whenever she tried to get free, holding her fast.
She hadnāt rested at all, apart from when she slept.
At every moment, Michael poured pleasure into her body, leaving no place his tongue hadnāt touched, no spot untouched by him.
Even as he filled her insides with himself, he found no satisfaction.
He flooded her depths until she was on the verge of burstingāyet still felt it wasnāt enough, marking her belly, her b*****s, her pale back with his essence.
His musk completely overwhelmed her, as though he wanted to proclaim to everyone whose body this was.
At long last, Ireneās wrenching sobs subsided.
The hand patting her shoulder slid carefully down to her belly, stroking it.
By now, the medicine given to her by the fortress staff must have worn off entirely.
