Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 314
TL: Elphie / PR: Mikan
He paused, her body tightening beneath him. Very slowly, he moved his hips.
All the while, Irene bit her lip.
‘Again!’
Whenever she was having a hard time, he would take a long time to enter her very slowly.
When he moved slower, Irene would allow herself deep breaths.
Perhaps it was his way of trying to get her to open up. But that was the part that made her the most giddy.
It still did.
Michael shifted slightly, and his c**k burrowed inside her, sliding against her insides.
“Hmm…”
Her fingers clutched at the sheets on the bed.
The whitened fingers left several creases in the crisp, sun-dried sheets.
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the tightness underneath.
Irene felt a little resentful.
Every day since they’d been together, Michael had taken her like this.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like it. Every time he made his desire for me known, she felt something inside of her being fulfilled.
She should be used to it by now, anyway, but it was still too much for her to take.
Then, once, in a fit of frustration, she’d made a light-hearted remark about how she didn’t know why it was still so hard.
She’d thought he’d just laugh and give her his usual smirk when she’d shot back that she was too big for him.
“…I think it does seem a little dangerous.”
Biting his lip tightly, he stopped moving as if he was holding back.
But it was only for a moment, and soon he was thrusting his hips more wildly than usual.
Something thick and hard poked and grated inside her relentlessly.
Panting from the rush of pleasure, he slammed into her, spilling his desire all over her.
Then, kissing every inch of her limp body, he whispered.
“I used to wonder what the big deal was, why people were so obsessed with size…”
Michael slid into her. She somehow managed to stand upright again and was now helplessly spread apart.
The stimulation that was pushed into her completely relaxed body was many times more dizzying than usual, and Irene swallowed hard, unable to even moan.
“I suppose I should consider it a blessing since it satisfies you so much.”
“No, it’s not that… ah!”
Before Irene could finish her sentence, he shook his hips wildly. Stars flashed before her eyes and the brain-searing pleasure rushed through her again.
After that, he continued to keep satisfying her for a long time.
As Irene reminisced for a moment, Michael paused.
Then he leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“You seem to be thinking about something else.”
“No, I’m not!”
Irene threw up her hands in frustration in response. However, Michael pulled out without listening to her.
The tip of his c**k, if only briefly, was smeared with an unknown fluid.
“I see you’ve loosened up a bit more.”
There was a dangerous glint of mischief in his eyes.
“I’ll always do what you like best.”
He lifted Irene’s foot and draped it over his shoulder. And then, without hesitation, he pushed all the way inside her—into her waiting, squirming body.
* * *
That was last night.
Naturally, it wasn’t a one-time thing. It lasted until the first light of dawn, so no wonder Irene was tired.
‘It should be in moderation.’
He thought that, but he couldn’t figure out what moderation was.
She was happy, and he was happy, so it was only natural that the act would continue.
Michael pulled the blanket over Irene’s head.
The spring breeze was already mixing with the heat, but she must have been cold under the warm blanket.
Irene shivered and grabbed his pants with her clammy hands.
Michael laughed and pulled her to her feet.
“It’s time for you to open your eyes, my wife.”
Each word he whispered to her was tinged with love.
As if he sensed it, her lashes fluttered slightly, and her purple eyes looked up at him.
But her eyes still held a hint of sleepiness, and Michael chuckled and whispered.
“If you don’t open your eyes, we’ll do it again.”
At his obvious sincerity, Irene’s eyes flew open.
“They’re open! They’re open!”
Michael laughed, catching her as she struggled to escape his embrace.
