Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 281
TL: Elphie / PR: Marm
The man slowly lowered himself over Irene once more.
His still-hard length, glistening with seed, rubbed against her trembling entrance. She had held him inside for too longâso long that her swollen folds struggled to close, instead parting helplessly, as if yearning to take him in again.
âYou still want more?â
âN-no⌠Thatâs notâŚâ
âIâve already filled you to the brim, and yet you still crave me this much.â
ââŚâŚâ
Irene turned her head away, unable to offer any excuses.
She could tell. Her body still ached for him.
She didnât know when she had become this desperate, this shameless in her desire.
It made no sense. She had never experienced anything like this before.
Not even with her fated pair, Michael. With him, she had only ever shared a kiss.
But who was this man, taking her body so naturally, as if he had every right to her?
And why was she accepting him so easily, swallowing him without resistance?
âAhâŚâ
A sharp pain suddenly shot through her body.
At that moment, his length pushed inside her againâslowly, deliberately.
The thick seed that had already filled her walls was displaced, spilling out as his girth stretched her open once more.
The man clicked his tongue in mild dissatisfaction, but he didnât let it bother him. Instead, he simply began moving again.
It didnât matter.
He would just fill her up all over again.
With every forceful thrust, Irene let out a moan, her voice laced with pleasure.
At some point, her struggling legs had wrapped around his waist.
But it wasnât enough.
As if unsatisfied, the man grabbed her ankles and lifted them, draping them over his broad shoulders.
Then he sank into her even deeper.
âAh, ah!â
The man pounded into her relentlessly, his hips snapping forward with such force that even his own pelvis ached.
âOh, oh, uhâŚ!â
He was going to move again.
Irene knew it. She simply let herself rock with his rhythm, surrendering to the inevitable.
But then he stopped.
Without warning, he suddenly pulled back, withdrawing from her completely in one swift motion.
The thick, wicked length that had been buried inside her slipped free, slick and glistening from their mingled fluids.
Pearlescent liquid dripped from the tip, an indecipherable blend of them both.
âWhyâŚ?â
Her voice came out in a dazed murmur as she stared at the man who had so abruptly stopped.
âYou didnât seem to want it.â
His voice was laced with amusement, though there was the faintest hint of dissatisfaction beneath it.
âI wonât continue. Please rest now.â
He exhaled and settled beside her.
Then, he casually draped an arm over her body.
The intense coupling from mere moments ago had come to a halt, and she should be grateful for the reprieve.
âHnnâŚâ
Irene curled in on herself, pressing a hand against her lower abdomen, where heat still pulsed wildly.
Her body was still excited. She had reached her peak multiple times, yet every inch of her remained painfully awake, raw with oversensitivity. But now that the overwhelming stimulation had vanished, she was left strandedâadrift in lingering arousal with no outlet.
Before she realized it, her hand was drifting downward between her legs.
The place where he had been only moments ago still throbbed, left sore and stretched.
The moment her fingertips brushed against the swollen entrance â
âAh!â
A tingling sensation spread through her body. But it wasn’t enough.
Her body was used to something better than this. It had already experienced something thicker, stronger, something that could reach far deeper than her own fingers ever could. Without it, there was no relief.
âI wish heâd just kept goingâŚâ
The thought sent a surprised shudder through her.
She must have lost her mind. She was wanting him. Craving him. That couldnât be.
The thought of s*x had always frightened her.
Since she was a little girl, she had known the weight of certain gazesâhungry, gleaming eyes lingering between her chest and legs. Those stares were sickening. They spoke of men who, if given the chance, would rip her clothes from her body and devour her whole. That was why desire, in any form, had always filled her with fear, and yetâŚ
ââŚ?â
Irene felt a sudden sense of unease.
That memory of her past couldnât be right.
Her mother and father had cherished her. They had never left her alone.
The people in her village had loved her, too. If ever a stranger so much as looked at her the wrong way, they had glared him down, ensuring he never dared to step closer.
She had always been surrounded by kind people who protected her. So then, why did she know what those stares felt like?
Before she could grasp the answer, a warm hand wrapped around her waist.
The manâs palm pressed against her lower abdomen, still quivering with heat, stroking her softly.
Even that small touch made her mouth go dry and sent a shiver down her spine.
His grip tightened. And then, effortlessly, he pulled her into his embrace.
She could still feel his length, swollen and firm, nestled between the curve of her a*s.
Her slick and still-sensitive entrance twitched, releasing a fresh trickle of wetness.
As if waiting. As if expecting him to fill her again.
