Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 91
“Mnnh…”
Irene swallowed a sob, shaking her head.
But Michael, as if accustomed to her reactions by now, persistently continued to kiss her, not letting up.
It had already been an hour since she had given him permission, and Michael relentlessly maintained the kiss.
His fingers had been nothing compared to his tongue.
The mere act of his tongue entering her mouth made Irene feel as though she were suffocating, causing her to lose breath several times in the beginning.
He filled her small mouth completely, soon moving about within as if it belonged to him, ravaging her insides at his own will.
Where his fingers had scraped, his warm, wet tongue followed, soothing the sensitive spots.
To her disbelief, that alone made her hands clench involuntarily, and her legs, trapped beneath him, jerked reflexively.
Kissing was an act of intimacy, so she understood that her body’s reactions were only natural, but…
“Ah, hngh, ngh…!”
The coarse sensation of the miasma flooding her body through his kiss made her even more sensitive.
It felt as though her lungs were on fire, burning from within, but all she could do was endure the overwhelming stimulation he was giving her.
“Hah…!”
When Michael’s hand trailed down her back, tracing the curve of her spine, Irene’s body convulsed with pleasure, trembling uncontrollably.
“S-Sir… Please, just a moment, just a short break…”
Irene, struggling, lifted her hand to push against his shoulder.
Initially, she had been tightly trapped between his legs, but at some point, Michael’s knee had slipped between hers, spreading her legs wider.
Just as his tongue had invaded her mouth, his knee had audaciously found its way between her thighs.
While she was lost in the haze of his kisses, he had effortlessly claimed the space between her legs.
“Please, just bear with me a little longer.”
Michael gently patted the hand Irene had used to push him away, trying to comfort her.
“Just one more time…”
With that, he pressed his lips to hers again, silencing the words Irene had been about to utter in protest.
One more time…
How many times had she heard that already?
Resigned, Irene gave up resisting, letting him enter her once more.
‘How do people do this every day?’
A purifier like Princess Cecilia, who was of the highest level, could purify miasma effortlessly with just a single touch.
But others, like her, didn’t have that luxury.
Even Reyna, who was a second-grade purifier, had to steal kisses with Felix several times while dungeon raiding to hide from prying eyes.
Irene had thought that the roughness during her time with Michael in her past life was because he had lost control.
But now, beneath his calm yet relentless kisses, Irene found herself more utterly drained than ever before.
The wet, sticky sounds of their tongues meeting and parting filled the room.
Irene had no idea how many times she had gone limp while he kissed her.
At first, she had been worried that he would notice her growing excitement, but when his hand gently grazed her lower abdomen over her clothing, all rational thought vanished, and she could only follow his lead.
By the time he had kissed her for the fifth time, Irene eventually lost consciousness for a brief moment.
Her body went slack, startling Michael enough that he hurriedly and carefully released her lips.
With her breathing restored, the world slowly returned to her as she began to regain her senses.
As if realizing he had gone too far, Michael, like a puppy who had been scolded, frantically kissed her face in apology.
Though his actions were now much gentler, they were still overwhelming for the sensitive Irene.
His lips traveled from her cheek to her ear, playfully sucking on her round earlobe.
It reminded her of the puppies that used to play at the Count’s estate, licking her in a similar way.
The ticklish sensation made her let out an involuntary giggle.
