Grant me Your Grace Chapter 67

From the very beginning, Hissin roughly sucked on Dahlia’s neck. 

 

Like a savage beast mercilessly tearing into its prey, his teeth bared as he drove her relentlessly with rough movements.

 

When his tongue stabbed at her earlobe, it was so persistent that Dahlia almost wondered if he had bitten her ear ragged before even feeding on her blood.

 

“Ha, ngh…!”

 

Hissin, who had already been sucking hard enough to melt her sensitive ears, suddenly tore her clothes open to both sides. His ruthless lips descended upon her exposed, swaying breasts.

 

“Ack!”

 

A sharp pain pierced her nipple, forcing a moan from Dahlia like a scream. She quickly covered her mouth with both hands, but the tongue rapidly flicking over her nipple eventually wrung a sob out of her.

 

The more she reacted, the harder Hissin pulled her waist, stimulating her further. 

 

Everywhere his lips touched, he bit down, sucking until her skin swelled red, and he relentlessly prodded at all her weakest spots with uncanny precision.

 

Yet, he never once touched her left ankle—the source of her deepest pain. 

 

As if afraid their legs might accidentally entangle, he deliberately kept his own spread wide, persistently tormenting only other places.

 

This was punishment. 

 

Retribution for daring to come here again and offering him her blood. Though she resented him for being so spiteful, Dahlia had no choice but to surrender her body helplessly.

 

If only she could at least see. In this place without even a single candle, everything was an unpredictable variable. 

 

Every sensation Hissin carved into her was new and unfamiliar.

 

“Ha, ngh…! Hissin, please… just a little—ahh, gently… Aghhk!”

 

Overwhelmed by his thorough licking and prodding, she pleaded, but it was useless. Her tender nipple, pressed painfully between his teeth, continued to be toyed with by his tongue for a long time after.

 

A hand slid down her rounded hips and tore away her undergarments. Hissin glanced down and stared in puzzlement at the circular red mark spreading across her stomach.

 

Had that damned Saltar recklessly used her blood again? 

 

Frowning, Hissin gripped Dahlia’s thighs.

 

“Ah…!”

 

Her slender legs were yanked forward between the iron bars. Just as she lost her balance and nearly fell backward, 

 

Hissin wrapped her arm around his neck and fiercely grabbed her rounded buttocks, lifting her body effortlessly. 

 

Before she could cover herself, the cold metal pressed harshly against her groin—Then, in one thrust, a thick pillar forced its way inside.

 

“Haa!”

 

Dahlia arched her neck, her body clinging to Hissin as she was pierced below. Her unprepared entrance stretched tightly around the invading flesh, struggling to accommodate it.

 

“Ah, h-haah…”

 

Perhaps because her vision was completely blocked, she felt Hissin’s body more vividly than ever as he pushed in, stretching her unbearably. 

 

Dahlia clenched her burning eyes shut, writhing unseen.

 

“Phew…”

 

Even for Hissin, parting her unready flesh seemed taxing—his hot breath spilled over her collarbone. She should have hated him for overwhelming her like this.

 

Yet she felt no resentment. Though a little frightening, it was almost a relief.

 

Because she could see he was unharmed. Because she could still offer her blood to him before it was too late.

 

Gasping against the pain of being stretched to her limit, Dahlia carefully reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

 

“…I was worried.”

 

Something—a soft laugh or a stifled breath—brushed her ear. She pulled him closer and whispered,

 

“I feared you wouldn’t be among those who returned.”

 

Tears glistened in her strained breaths.

 

“I feared my blood would be useless.”

 

The nights spent waiting for him with bated heart came to mind, and Dahlia finally shed tears.

 

“I was afraid… I’d never see you again.”

 

What could she call this feeling? Hissin was a man who had imprinted sin upon her—a rogue who had recklessly taken her body, neither her husband nor her lover.

 

Yet, he was also the man who showed her how lush and tender the grass beyond the taboo could be. The one who taught her that the selfishness she had to hide in the face of faith was only natural.

 

And he was her savior, the one who taught her she didn’t have to endure pain alone.

 

The emotions piled layer upon layer, swallowing Dahlia’s heart before she could even name them, until they were dyed in the color of Hissin.

 

“I can’t live without you, I—”

 

She felt his grip tighten on her thigh. The man, who had been silent as if suppressing something, paused for a moment before thrusting deep into her with a rough thud.

 

“Hng—!”

 

“To think this body has become so useful to you… At least there’s value in coming back alive.”

 

Hissin laughed sharply, as if drawing a line. It could have been mockery toward Dahlia—or perhaps self-deprecation aimed at himself.

 

As he plunged into her again, Dahlia gasped sharply. Clinging to him, she shook her head and whimpered.

 

“I don’t care if the Blood Debt never disappears…”

 

“…”

 

“I just… I just want you to—”

 

Her unfinished words were swallowed by Hissin’s mouth. He, who had deliberately avoided kissing her, finally devoured her breath.

 

He bit his own lip, stifling a groan, then soothed it with his tongue, tracing her upper and lower lips tenderly. 

 

Dahlia’s mouth parted softly. Her shy tongue cautiously brushed against his. The awkward, clueless way she moved against him was unbearably endearing.

 

Hissin’s eyes narrowed slightly. In the pitch-black darkness, where an ordinary person would never adjust no matter how long they stayed, Hissin could clearly make out Dahlia’s silhouette.

 

Her reddened, tear-stained eyelids, her delicate fluttering lashes, and the desperate crease between her brows—he could see them all vividly.

 

In the end, you foolishly give away your whole heart again.

 

‘Without even knowing who the man before you is.’

Without knowing what he’s here to ruin.

 

“Hmm…”

 

Hissin forcefully curled his clumsy tongue, swallowing even the sweet breath that escaped her. 

 

Then he closed his eyes.

 

It can’t be helped. Even if you resent me before the cruel truth one day… Even if you curse me as a monster who deserves death…

I will never let you go.

 

“Hah!”

 

Hissin thrust his hips upward sharply. The forceful penetration drew a loud thud, making even the iron bars blocking them rattle.

 

Grabbing Dahlia’s hips with both hands, he drove into her even harder. Her curled legs lifted halfway into the air as Dahlia arched her pale neck but refused to let go of Hissin’s shoulders.

 

Finding her unbearably beautiful, Hissin began rocking his hips in shallow, rapid strokes while holding her tight.

 

“Ah, hah, ngh, uhh…!”

 

Dahlia bit down hard on her lips at the relentless thrusts, desperately trying to stifle her moans. But each time, he spitefully targeted her weak spots until she sobbed helplessly.

 

Clang!

 

As the iron bars shook violently once more, Dahlia clung tightly to his neck.

 

It was right then that an unexpected voice cut through the air.

 

“Which bastard’s at it with the perversion again?”

 

The jailer’s voice, echoing through the vast cavern, reached even the deepest cell where Hissin was held.

 

Startled by the unfamiliar voice, Princess Dahlia stiffened and straightened her back. It seemed the guards had come to inspect the prison again and had overheard their sounds.

 

But Hissin did not stop his movements. His swollen, menacing arousal continued to thrust relentlessly inside her. 

 

Though not as violent as before—no metallic clanging now—the wet, squelching sounds of flesh grinding against flesh resonated shamelessly through the darkness.

 

“Hissin, wait—ah, uh…”

 

Dahlia hastily whispered, trying to muffle her voice, but Hissin didn’t stop. 

 

Instead, he rocked his body up and down even faster, as if soothing a fussing child, ruthlessly pounding deep into her core. 

 

Each time his tip speared inside, bursts of light flashed behind her eyelids.

 

Biting down hard on her lip, Dahlia desperately swallowed her moans.

 

“I definitely heard something from inside…”

 

“You must’ve misheard. The Moon Lions killed everyone—there’s only one left in there now.”

 

“No. I heard it.”

 

The guards’ murmurs, faint but growing clearer, soon turned into footsteps. 

 

As if confirming their approach, Dahlia’s dilated pupils, drowned in darkness, caught the dim flicker of torchlight.

 

The moment she held her breath and turned her head, Hissin gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. His crimson eyes bore into hers as he quickened his pace. 

 

A sharp, intoxicating sensation pooled hotly in her core, muddling her thoughts.

 

Thud, thud—the footsteps drew closer. 

 

Squelch, squelch—the lewd sounds of flesh grew louder. 

 

In the terror of possibly being discovered, her climax unfolded helplessly, petals spreading wide.

 

Just as pleasure surged to the tips of her hair and Dahlia’s nails dug into Hissin’s shoulders—

 

“…!”

 

A foreign voice drowned out her stifled gasp at the exact moment her climax erupted.