Grant me Your Grace Chapter 96

Hissin gently sealed Dahlia’s lips with his own. 

 

As he bit down on her tear-stained lips, a soft gasp escaped her like a muffled moan. 

 

Hissin savored every breath as though each was a precious treasure he could not bear to waste.

 

His hand, which had been caressing her cheek, slid down to cradle her slender neck. Though all he felt beneath his fingertips was smooth skin, he knew that faint red marks still lingered there.

 

With his lips still pressed to hers, Hissin murmured softly,

“Does it hurt? The wound was quite deep.”

 

Dahlia, who had been breathing softly under his touch, opened her hazy eyes and gazed at him.

“It’s fine now. Because I’m with you…”

 

“Since you were going to save me in the end, why did you put yourself in danger like that?”

“…Because I was in pain.”

 

Her eyes, reddened as if from heat or tears, fixed solely on him.

“Every time I saw you, it hurt. It hurt so much because I kept remembering myself—foolish, clueless, and easily deceived.”

 

Hissin let out a soft, bitter laugh.

“Then why did you save me? Why not just let me die?”

 

“The thought of never seeing you again… was even more painful.”

 

Tears had long pooled in her eyes and now shimmered at their corners.

“No matter how much it hurt to look at you, nothing seemed more terrifying than living alone in a world without you. So I saved you.”

 

As a teardrop traced down her cheek, a beautiful smile blossomed in its wake.

“But… now I have no reason left to resent you.”

 

“…”

 

“I am not Baran, and what you shattered with your own hands was not the imperial throne—it was the shackles binding me.”

 

Dahlia wrapped her arms around Hissin’s neck. 

 

Weeping one moment, smiling the next—today, Dahlia wore countless expressions, and to Hissin, she looked more beautiful than ever.

 

“Still, the fact that I caused you pain remains unchanged.”

 

Hissin brushed away the last faint mark with his thumb, then pressed his lips against the spot.

 

“I will spend the rest of my life atoning by your side.”

 

His mouth descended to Dahlia’s neck, sealing the vow upon her skin.

 

Beneath the damp warmth of his touch, Dahlia let out a languid sigh. 

 

The slow, savoring glide of his tongue along her body gradually kindled a heat that rose to her head.

 

The Hissin, who was usually so direct, so aggressive in his advances, today moved with deliberate caution. He handled her as though she were fragile glass, tempering his movements, softening at even the faintest sign of her surprise.

 

It was as though he were embracing Dahlia for the very first time—every gesture measured, every touch mindful.

 

Perhaps what is slow runs deeper. 

 

Dahlia, who was usually swept away before she could even think, now felt each sensation etched into her awareness by Hissin’s deliberate rhythm, making her head spin even more.

 

She could feel it all, raw and exposed—where his hands would go next, where his lips would land, where his gaze lingered. It left her feeling impossibly full, as though he had already claimed her, even before entering.

 

“Mmh…”

 

When his tongue lingered persistently at the sharp rise of her collarbone, her back arched of its own accord, and a strange sound escaped her throat. It was unmistakably a plea—for more.

 

Perhaps thinking the same, Hissin’s lips curved faintly as he glanced at her, a suggestive glint in his eyes.

 

“Kiss me…”

 

It was a request born of shyness, of wanting to escape his gaze—yet somehow, each plea she uttered seemed to stir something within him. 

 

His expression shifted subtly.

 

His brow twitched, as if turning her words over in his mind again and again, before a graceful smile finally touched his lips.

 

“Very well. Today, I shall obey Your Highness in everything.”

 

Ever since their arrival in Mohron, Hissin had treated Dahlia with cool distance. But now, he held her as he once had in the days when she was a sacred gift to him—reverently, devotedly. 

 

Like a knight faithfully carrying out his liege’s command, he tenderly took her lips.

 

He drew her plump lower lip into his mouth, sucking gently as if savoring a sweet. 

 

Alternating between her upper and lower lip, his deliberate rhythm gradually stole Dahlia’s breath away.

 

When she parted her lips, inviting him in, his thick tongue slipped inside like water, smooth and warm. The way it moved within her mouth was just as affectionate and tender as his hands. 

 

At times, she felt as though the very breath he gave her was the only thing keeping her alive.

 

Dahlia responded in kind, moving her tongue awkwardly against his. She caught the tip of his tongue as it traced her teeth, pressing and rubbing against it clumsily. She could feel the corner of Hissin’s mouth curve into a smile. 

 

Emboldened, her own tongue ventured beyond the boundary she’d been given, slipping deeper into the warm, wet space of his mouth.

 

Hissin followed her movements with patient, deliberate slowness. 

 

The slick sound of tongue against tongue gradually quickened.

 

As their tongues tangled and their breaths mingled, the rhythm of their kiss grew urgent. 

 

Hissin’s breathing roughened, and Dahlia knew exactly what it meant. She took his hand, which had been gripping her waist as if holding back, and guided it to her chest.

 

Meeting his crimson eyes, now wide with surprise, Dahlia offered a faint, knowing smile. She gave a slight nod, and the restrained turbulence in his gaze erupted into a fierce, swirling intensity.

 

The moment his hand tightened over the soft curve of her breast—

 

“You were the one who rushed this, Your Highness.”

 

“Ah…!”

 

Hissin lowered his head. With a deep, open-mouthed hunger, he took her pale, tender peak between his teeth, biting down so fully that more than half her breast seemed to vanish into the heat of his mouth.

 

“Hhng—mm…!”

 

Hissin, who had been biting into her breast with all his might, sucked it strongly and used his other hand to knead her opposite breast. 

 

The sensations of being sucked and seared poured over her at once.

 

Hissin flicked his stiffened tongue against the plump, swollen nipple. 

 

Even though it seemed like she should have grown accustomed by now, each time that slick tongue rubbed the tiny, bean-like nub, Dahlia trembled as if discovering a new point of stimulation.

 

“Hnngh, ah…”

 

Perhaps it was because she felt she no longer needed to hide her feelings—her moans seemed to escape louder than usual, so Dahlia quickly bit down on her lower lip to hold them back.

 

But Hissin pressed her chin, freeing her lower lip, and then placed his own finger between her teeth. 

 

The textured pad of his index finger pressed firmly against her damp, wet tongue.

 

“If it’s difficult, bite down.”

 

His smiling words somehow seemed filled with delight.

 

As Dahlia hesitated and relaxed her jaw, Hissin twisted and pinched her nipple, as if testing her.

 

“Hng…!”

 

The sudden, piercing sensation made her jaw instinctively tighten. Though his finger, now caught between her teeth, must have hurt quite a bit, Hissin only smiled in satisfaction.

 

“Yes, just like that. Bite down like that.”

 

Speaking tenderly, as if instructing a child, Hissin released the breast he had been greedily gripping. 

 

His hand, which had been stroking down past her slender waist and flat lower belly, now slid downward with a subtle touch, sweeping aside her inner garment.

 

Like a snake slipping over a wall, his hand slid down between her thighs, parting the plump mound and gliding inside. Whether she willed it or not, her thighs tensed at the touch of that hand, which felt even hotter than her own flushed body.

 

“Hhaa…!”

 

Fingers slipped inside her already soaked entrance. 

 

As his fingers gently probed the slick, clinging inner walls, her toes curled and her back arched.

 

Adding one finger, then another, Hissin pressed firmly against her clitoris with the base of his palm, rubbing it again and again.

 

The slick, squelching sound lewdly soaked his hand. 

 

As he stimulated her inner walls and clitoris all at once, unbearable pleasure swelled and spilled through Dahlia’s body.

“Hhng, unn, hhugh…!”

 

Even as Dahlia clenched her eyes shut and moaned, her fingers did not bite down. 

 

Hissin pulled the fingers from his mouth and gripped his throbbing, swollen length. Then, as if preparing to enter her at any moment, he rubbed the thick shaft up and down.

 

The blunt tip bobbed before her eyes and began to seep a pale, cloudy fluid. 

 

The moment she saw it, Dahlia suddenly felt the hollow space inside her mouth grow achingly empty.

 

A desire to fill her mouth with something. 

 

A longing to lose herself in the wildly sucking, spilling-over rush of pleasure.

 

It was a craving her body knew instinctively, without anyone having to tell her. Dahlia parted her lips toward Hissin’s cock.

“Nngh…”

 

At Dahlia’s sudden move, Hissin jolted hard.

 

For a moment, he stared down in disbelief, then let out a low, husky chuckle as he watched Dahlia nuzzle and mouth his penis even though her jaw was stretched to its limit.

 

“If you didn’t like a small one, you should’ve said so earlier.”

 

Hissin wound his hand into Dahlia’s hair and pushed his length deeper. 

 

Only the head had entered so far, yet her already small mouth was stretched pale and tight, trying to contain a shaft too large to fit fully in one hand.

 

“Hngh… uck…!”

 

Hissin held back the heat rising to his skull and moved his hand faster. 

 

The wetter she grew, the slicker the sounds became, and her mouth squeezed him harder, clinging tight to his flesh.

 

“Hhnngg…!”

 

Finally cresting, Dahlia shuddered with a broken moan, her hips quaking. 

 

As her body trembled in waves, her lips sealed around him, sucking tight, and Hissin had to swallow a groan of his own.

 

He carefully slid himself free, mindful not to tear Dahlia’s lips, and let out a heated laugh.

 

“You almost made me lose it in a place I shouldn’t.”

 

Hissin settled between Dahlia’s thighs, already drenched and dripping wet.

 

“This is only the beginning.”

 

Then he thrust his saliva-slick length into her in one deep, claiming stroke.