Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 282
TL: Elphie / PR: Marm
Irene closed her eyes. She hoped that if she pretended not to notice, maybe he would take her again.
But he didnāt. His hands continued to roam her body, tracing slow, deliberate paths over her skin. From her lower belly, his touch drifted upward, fingers grazing over the swell of her chest before carefully cupping it.
His nails raked over the delicate flesh beneath her b*****s, sending a sharp tremor up her spine.
Irene curled in on herself, biting back a moan and swallowing hard.
His fingers found her hardened peak, pinching it between them, rolling it in slow, lazy circles.
The pleasure built too easily, too quickly, sinking into her bones like a thick, hazy fog.
Dizzy with it, Irene grasped at his hand, her voice barely a whisper.
āJ-Justā¦ā
But she couldnāt say it. She couldnāt bring herself to beg. She clamped her mouth shut. But then, a warm breath ghosted over the nape of her neck, sending another shiver through her.
āIām afraid I donāt understand.ā
Liar. There was no way he didnāt understand, not when his voice was laced with amusement.
As if to tell her exactly what she wanted was right here, he slid himself between her thighs, pressing his thick length against her heat and rubbing it slowly along her folds.
ā…!ā
The unexpected sensation sent a jolt through Irene, making her flinch.
She tried to squirm away, but his arms had already tightened around her waist, locking her in place.
Slick. Schlick. The rigid shape of him dragged against her, gliding over her still-sensitive flesh.
āA-ah, mmhā¦ā
Her lower muscles clenched involuntarily at the teasing touch. The ache of their previous union hadnāt even fully faded, and yet here he was, rubbing that thick, swollen length along her trembling entrance.
She shuddered violently, biting her lip as his tip lazily teased her opening, pushing just a little bit before retreating again.
Trembling, she peeked down. Between her parted legs, she could see himāsee itāmoving.
Her breath caught in her throat. The sight stunned her. How was it so long that even now, nestled between her thighs, it stretched past her entrance, grazing over the sensitive skin beyond?
A few more glides, and the slick, obscene sounds filled the air.
Then the man pressed forward, just slightly, the thick head of his s***t nudging against her entrance.
Irene let out an involuntary gasp. Finally, he was going to give her what she had been waiting for.
But just as he seemed to push in, he suddenly pulled back.
āWhy?ā
A lump rose in her throat. Tears welled up, stinging the corners of her eyes.
She wanted to curse him. He must know how much she was waiting for him, how much she ached for him. And yet, he refused.
But while she lay there, trembling and empty, he continued moving, using her body for his own pleasure, rubbing against her feverish skin, until, at lastā
āHhnghā¦ā
With a sharp groan, his body tensed.
Then, milky liquid splattered against her stomach. His release. Thick, white streaks landed across her skin, clinging to her trembling frame, dripping down.
Even though she was already filled to the brim with it inside, even though she could barely take any more, the fact that he had spilled himself anywhere but within her sent a sharp pang of sadness through her chest.
No. Why did he finish without herā¦
Her body still throbbed, still ached with the pleasure he had stirred within her, yet he had selfishly reached his end on his own.
A wave of sorrow surged within her, lodging a lump in her throat. Just as her breath caught, the manās voice came from behind.
āIrene, do you want more?ā
āā¦ā¦ā
She couldnāt answer. The frustration and embarrassment strangled her voice, leaving her unable to speak.
The man pressed his lips gently against her shoulder.
Soft, burning kisses trailed along her neck and down the slope of her shoulder, making her stomach tighten all over again.
His hands glided over her skin, careful and reverent as if she was the most delicate thing in the world.
It was enough to make her realize how he thought of her.
This man was kind. He must have thought she had reached her limit, that she was too overwhelmed, which was why he had chosen to finish alone.
But now he must have realized the truth. He would take her again.
āIn that caseā¦ā
The man pulled Irene into his arms. Her vision swayed, and in the next moment, she realized she was on top of him.
Beneath her, she could feel the thick, pulsing heat of him pressed against her swollen entrance.
She gasped and moved to lift herself away, startled. But his hands caught her wrists, gently guiding her back down onto his lap.
Then, in the softest voice she had ever heard from him, he murmured,
“Would you like to put it in yourself?”
