My Husband Was Clearly a Paladin
Chapter 46
“Hngh….”
Irene shook her head, swallowing back a sob.
However, Michael did not pull his lips away, acting as if he were already accustomed to her movements, persistent and relentless.
It had already been an hour since he received her permission. Michael had been continuing the kiss with a terrifying intensity.
His fingers were truly nothing compared to his tongue.
Just by it entering, Irene felt a suffocating sensation that made her cough painfully several times at first.
Filling her small mouth completely, he soon began to rummage through the inside at his own whim, as if the space belonged to him.
Kissing is a common act of sexual affection. Thus, she knew that the changes occurring in her body were natural.
Her lungs burned hot as if she had swallowed fire. Yet, Irene had no choice but to continue accepting the stimulation he gave her.
The moment Michael’s hand, which had been fumbling over her back, swept down along the curve of her spine, Irene writhed in pleasure, feeling a tingling sensation throughout her entire body.
“Si-Sir Knight. Just a moment, let’s rest for a moment….”
Irene painfully raised her hand to grab his shoulder and push him away.
She had certainly been trapped firmly between his legs when they started, but at some point, Michael’s knee had wedged itself between her legs.
“Please endure it a little longer.”
Michael patted Irene’s hand, which was trying to push him away, as if to soothe her.
“Just one more time….”
Saying so, he overlapped his lips with hers again. Because of that, Irene’s voice, which was about to protest that he was lying, vanished completely.
Saying he would do it just one more time. She wondered exactly how many times she had heard those words by now.
So, Irene half-gave up and accepted his words.
‘How… how can everyone do this every day?’
A top-tier Rank 1 Purifier like Princess Cecilia could purify most demonic energy all at once just by holding hands.
But others were not as well-off as she was.
Even Reina, who was Rank 2, would lightly kiss Felix several times away from people's eyes whenever they went through a dungeon.
And she had seen them several times slipping into their quarters together when night fell.
When she slept with Michael in her past life, she thought it was difficult because he had lost his reason.
But now, beneath him as he overlapped their lips again and again with terrifying calmness, Irene became even more exhausted than before.
The sound of wet flesh clashing inside her mouth could be heard.
Irene didn't know how many times she had gone limp while he kissed her.
At first, she was worried he would notice her excitement, but the moment his hand lightly scratched over the clothes on her stomach.
From then on, she couldn't think of anything and just swayed along wherever he led her.
When the 'one more time' kiss exceeded five times, Irene eventually lost consciousness for a moment.
Was he surprised by her weakened body going limp?
Only then did Michael hurriedly release her lips, which he had been biting gently so as not to cause pain.
As her breathing became easier, Irene’s fading consciousness finally began to return.
He kissed her all over her face, avoiding her lips, acting flustered like a puppy that had realized its mistake.
Compared to the deep rummaging from a moment ago, it was nothing, but for the current Irene, even that was a great stimulation.
His lips, which had been hovering around her cheeks, moved further down and repeatedly sucked on her round earlobe.
A long time ago, the puppy the servants of the Count’s estate raised seemed exactly like this.
Feeling a ticklish sensation similar to that time, she let out a small laugh without realizing it.
At that moment, Michael’s movements stopped dead.
“…?”
Irene worried if something had gone wrong due to his sudden cessation.
The moment she looked up to check on him, Irene saw his bewildered face.
Lately, she had been seeing various expressions of his that she had never seen before. But his current expression was a first.
It was an expression as if he were seeing the world for the first time.
Feeling somewhat embarrassed by his expression as he stared at her blankly as if entranced, Irene turned her head away.
After a moment, he spoke in a husky voice.
“So that is how you laugh.”
“It was just ticklish….”
“It is good to hear.”
Saying so, Michael lightly kissed her ear again.
Irene shuddered again at the sensation tickling the fine hairs.
“Mm, stop. Please stop.”
She shook her head as if complaining, but he continued to bite Irene’s ear.
As if he wanted to hear that laughter a little more.
* * *
The purification that began at night finally reached its end only toward dawn.
At first, they were on the carpet, but she couldn't remember exactly when they had moved onto the bed.
The only things she remembered were that he had carried her in his arms and that he had kissed her continuously in the meantime.
He sucked and sucked on Irene’s lips like a child who had tasted candy for the first time.
Had he finally calmed down to some extent? On the bed where the dawn light was filtering in, Michael’s eyes had returned to their usual blue pupils.
“Haa….”
Confirming that he had been purified, Irene let out a sigh of relief.
Soon, people waking up would be walking around the fortress.
If they saw him leaving her room at dawn, there would naturally be malicious whispering.
Moreover, since he had regained his senses, it would be painful for him to face the embarrassing things she had done all night.
“Hurry, to the prayer room, you must return….”
“Is my presence here uncomfortable for you?”
At Irene’s words, Michael asked back in a voice that sounded somewhat hurt.
If it was uncomfortable.
Irene couldn't answer his question. It certainly wasn't comfortable. But she didn't dislike him enough to call it uncomfortable.
Because the person who should be uncomfortable was him, not her.
She didn't care what happened to her reputation, but he had too much to lose by being here.
So he should be the one feeling uncomfortable….
“It’s not like that. Just….”
“If it is not that I am uncomfortable, then do not worry about anything else.”
At Irene’s answer, he stood up from his seat with a much brighter face.
She thought he was preparing to leave, but he went into the bathroom, brought back a wet towel, and began to carefully wipe Irene’s face and body.
Besides, since the blood that had been on his body had also gotten on various parts of Irene’s body, she did feel uncomfortable in places.
As the cold towel touched her body, Irene let out a relaxed breath without realizing it.
She should have told him she would do it herself and that he should leave quickly, but it was so refreshing and comfortable that she ended up completely entrusting her body to his hands before she knew it.
He wiped every nook and cranny of Irene’s body very meticulously.
A long time later, when he stopped his hands, Irene’s eyes were already sliding shut.
“Thank you for today’s purification.”
Purification. Yes, everything today was part of the purification process.
Clinging to her without rest, kissing her, and acting ticklish.
Listening to her laughter and refusing to pull away even slightly must have been something that happened because of the demonic energy, not his own desire.
She felt a contradictory sense of disappointment and relief.
She might have thought more about her feelings, but her body, already pushed to its limit, pulled her consciousness toward the darkness.
It was finally time to truly rest.
Michael looked at Irene, who had fallen asleep before he knew it.
He lowered his face and listened to the sound of her faint, rhythmic breathing.
She was tired, but it was a peaceful sound.
At the same time, he felt his own scent rising from her body.
It was not surprising. No matter how much he wiped her down, he had kept himself filled in that small mouth and made her accept him the whole time.
In his heart, he wanted to suck on that small tongue that had moved so laboriously for days on end to make it completely accustomed to him, but there was no need to rush.
His gaze looked at the exhausted, sleeping Irene as if she were lovely.
“My pair.”
He lowered his head and swallowed the small lips that had given him stability and pleasure all night.
She was his pair.
“My… wife.”
His wife, who must be with him.
Once again, red flickered in his blue eyes in an instant.
