Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 92
At that moment, Michaelâs movements suddenly halted.
â…?â
Startled by his abrupt stop, Irene worried that something might be wrong.
When she looked up at him to check, she saw an unfamiliar expression on his faceâone of bewilderment.
Lately, she had seen a range of expressions from him that she hadnât before, but this one was completely new.
It was as if he were seeing the world for the first time.
He gazed at her blankly, almost dazed, and Irene felt an odd sense of embarrassment, quickly turning her head away.
A moment later, his voice, low and hoarse, broke the silence.
âYou laugh like that.â
âIt was just ticklish…â
âItâs a pleasant sound.â
With that, Michael leaned in and gently kissed her ear again.
The sensation of him brushing against the fine hairs of her neck made Irene shiver.
âAh, stop. Stop it.â
She shook her head as if in protest, but he continued to nibble at her ear, as if asking her to laugh again.
* * *
The purification that began in the night only concluded at dawn.
They had started on the carpet, but at some point, Irene had no memory of when they had moved to the bed.
The only thing she could recall was that Michael had carried her there, continuing to kiss her throughout the process.
He had kissed her lips repeatedly, as if savoring them, like a child tasting candy for the first time.
Now, with dawn light filtering into the room, Michaelâs eyes had finally returned to their usual blue hue.
âHah…â
Relieved that the purification was complete, Irene sighed in relief.
Soon, the people in the fortress would begin to stir.
If anyone saw him leaving her room at this early hour, there would surely be malicious gossip.
Not to mention, now that he had regained his senses, facing the embarrassing actions theyâd shared through the night would surely be awkward for him.
âYou should return to the prayer room…â
âDoes my presence here make you uncomfortable?â
Michaelâs voice had a hint of disappointment as he asked the question.
Uncomfortable?
Irene couldnât answer immediately.
It wasnât that she was uncomfortable around him. In truth, she wasnât as uncomfortable as she thought she would be.
He was the one who should feel uncomfortable, not her.
While her reputation didnât matter much to her, he had so much to lose by staying here.
He should have been the one feeling uneasy…
âItâs not that… just…â
âIf I donât make you uncomfortable, then thereâs nothing else to worry about.â
With that, Michaelâs expression brightened as he stood up.
She thought he was preparing to leave, but instead, he went into the bathroom and returned with a wet towel.
He then gently wiped her face and body, carefully cleaning the places he had licked and touched all night.
Blood from his own body had also stained her skin in various places.
As the cool towel touched her skin, Irene let out a reflexive sigh in comfort.
She wanted to tell him to leave, that she could handle it herself, but the soothing touch of the towel and his gentle care made her relax completely.
He meticulously cleaned every inch of her body, and by the time he was finished, Ireneâs eyes were fluttering closed.
âThank you for tonightâs purification,â he said softly.
Purification.
Yes, everything that had happened tonight was part of the purification process.
His constant clinging, kissing, and the playful way he made her laughâ
The way he wouldnât let her go, as if trying to absorb all of her laughterâit was all because of the miasma, not his own desires.
The conflicting emotions left her feeling both disappointed and relieved at the same time.
Despite her confusion about her own feelings, exhaustion overwhelmed her, and her consciousness drifted away into the darkness.
It was finally time to rest.
Michael looked at Irene, who had fallen asleep.
After having kissed and suckled her all night, her body and face were now saturated with his scent.
He bent down, listening to her gentle breaths, which, though fatigued, were calm and peaceful.
At the same time, he could still sense his own scent lingering on her body.
It wasnât surprising, considering he had kept her mouth occupied all night, making her accept him.
He wanted to spend days like this, having her completely attuned to him. But there was no need to rush.
Looking at her exhausted, sleeping form with tenderness, his gaze softened with affection.
âMy pair…â
He leaned down and pressed his lips to the small lips that had brought him so much peace and pleasure throughout the night.
My wife.
His wife, who was meant to be with him forever.
For a moment, the deep blue in his eyes flickered with a hint of red again.
