Grant me Your Grace Chapter 97

Thump! 

 

With a single deep thrust, Dahlia’s neck arched back, her skin flushing pale. Though her body was already well-prepared and there was no pain, the sheer size was still overwhelmingly intense.

 

‘Phew.’ 

 

Hissin let out a low breath, drawing his hips back shallowly before driving them forward with renewed force. 

 

In just two powerful strokes, he buried himself to the hilt, then began a slow, grinding rotation within the slick, dripping join.

 

“Tell me everything you desire. I will obey your every word.”

 

“Hnn, ah… Wait, just… just a little slower…”

 

Stretched to her limit, the sensation at her entrance was so intense that Dahlia could barely catch her breath. 

 

Fortunately, Hissin seemed intent on keeping his word. 

 

He slightly withdrew the tip that had been pressing insistently against her womb and began moving his hips with a deliberate, measured pace.

 

His member slid in and out slowly, rubbing against her inner walls. She could feel every ridge and thick, throbbing vein of his shaft pushing against the folds within her, the sensation vividly raw.

 

Her insides, already hypersensitive from her first climax, trembled with each movement. 

 

With every shallow thrust from Hissin, pleasure amplified, making it impossible for Dahlia to stifle her moans.

 

“Ah, Hissin. My head… hnng… feels like it’s going to melt. It’s so hot inside, haah… I feel like my whole body is melting…”

 

Her hazel eyes, clouded with unmet heat, were glazed and damp. Her expression was one of someone no longer aware of her own words.

 

Her body twitched and clenched, aching to be thoroughly ravaged. 

 

Yet the fact that she herself seemed completely unaware of this was unbearably endearing.

 

Licking the enticingly reddened corner of her eye, Hissin whispered tenderly near her ear.

 

“Does it feel good?”

 

Dahlia squirmed at the whisper against her ear, delaying her answer. Though they had joined bodies many times now, it seemed she still found it shy to admit such things.

 

“Hnngh!”

 

Hissin drove into her with a wet, powerful thrust. 

 

The sensation of her tightness squeezing his swollen member felt so intense it threatened to overwhelm him, sending heat rushing to his very core. 

 

Swallowing back the curses that rose with the pleasure lashing his spine, Hissin asked Dahlia,

 

“And this?”

 

“It’s… hnn… too much.”

 

Her furrowed brow was clearly etched not with pain, but with overpowering pleasure. 

 

Thump, thump—

 

With a few more deep, driving thrusts, Dahlia let out a sob that bordered on a scream.

 

“Ah, please… Do something, haaaah!”

 

Dahlia gasped for air, her fingers clutching his arm. 

 

The sight of her body shaking with each of his movements ignited a possessive hunger in him so vast that he wanted to devour her whole in one bite.

 

He wanted to consume every trace of her essence, to savor and swallow her entirely, leaving nothing behind, to make her wholly and completely his.

 

He wanted to reclaim all the misguided desire from the past, the days he had spent tormenting her with bitter misunderstanding, and fuse it with this ravenous need.

 

“Gladly.”

 

Hissin spread her flushed, wanton body roughly and began driving into her with unrestrained greed.

 

“Hahh, ngh! Haaah, uh, aah…!”

 

Caught in the sudden, furious onslaught of passion, Dahlia could only surrender, helplessly entangled. The searing heat of him ruthlessly plundered the tight space, reducing her to a wrecked, blissful mess.

 

A sharp, sweet sensation spread through her body like crimson blossoms, clouding her mind. 

 

The rising cries, endless and unrestrained, could not drown out the slick, wet sounds of their joining, pooling with the moisture beneath them.

 

Yet even in this moment of savage possession, Hissin’s crimson eyes burned with a quiet, steady intensity. 

 

In stark contrast to the wild fury of his hips, his gaze was fixed solely on her, and in that look, she could feel the raw truth of how long and how desperately he had wanted her.

 

In that instant, Dahlia felt every last boundary she had built around herself begin to crumble, one by one.

 

“Hgk, nngh! Ah, Hissin…!”

 

Dahlia’s flailing hand reached up, her palm cradling Hissin’s cheek. 

 

Even as her entire world shook and blurred, he remained the one constant, solid and unchanging, filling her vision completely.

 

As if to say, No matter what comes, I will be here.

 

As if to say, Even if you push me away, even if you reject me, I will never let go.

 

As if to say, Even if we had ended as mortal enemies, I would have craved you with this same, insatiable hunger.

 

“Dahlia… my Dahlia.”

 

His rough voice, thick with restrained moans, called her name. 

 

In response, her body, which felt as though it couldn’t possibly clench any tighter, shuddered and gripped him even more fiercely, drawing a gasp from his lips.

 

Dahlia was lost, overwhelmed by a pleasure so intense it throbbed beyond mere ache.

 

Hissin stroked her hair, his smile a tender, sinful thing as he gazed down at her. His eyes, more poignant and desperate than ever, remained locked on hers as he repeated her name like a fervent prayer.

 

“Dahlia, Dahlia…!”

 

“Hnngh, ugh! Ah, haah!”

 

His thrusts grew even more powerful, surpassing anything that had come before. 

 

Thump, thump, thump—

 

With each deep, driving impact, shocks of pure ecstasy erupted, whiting out her vision.

 

Her toes curled beyond her control, and her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, pulling him closer. 

 

Taking it as a sign, Hissin began pistoning into her with an impossible, relentless speed, shattering any last semblance of her composure.

 

“Haaah, ah, aaaaah…!”

 

When the swollen, white-hot mass of pleasure finally crested its limit—

 

“I love you, Dahlia…!”

 

“Aahhgk!”

 

A brilliant light of rapture exploded, radiating through every fiber of her being. 

 

At that very moment, Hissin crushed her slender form against him, burying himself deep within her as he reached his own climax. 

 

A sensation like scalding, molten sugar flooded her innermost depths, burning and sweet.

 

They held each other tight, sharing breaths that still tasted of shared ecstasy. 

 

Even as their bodies grew slick and sticky, Hissin refused to let her go.

 

As the feverish heat gradually subsided, a wave of belated shyness washed over Dahlia. Not only had she begged for his kiss, but she had guided his hand to her breast… 

 

Perhaps Hissin’s earlier taunt—that she merely wanted to intoxicate her body—had not been entirely wrong after all.

 

She stirred, attempting to rise from the bed, but Hissin’s arm around her only tightened.

 

“Why do you seek to leave so soon?”

 

His voice, low and gravelly from the heat of passion, resonated through their still-connected bodies. 

 

A strange thought crossed Dahlia’s mind—it felt as if her body were being filled not with blood, but with the very timbre of his voice. She hesitated.

 

“Because… It’s over now… I should…”

 

In a feeble attempt to signal her desire to pull away, she exerted a slight pressure with her still-spread legs. 

 

Yet, even though their union had reached its peak, Hissin remained buried deep within her, showing no intention of withdrawing.

 

Sensing their intimate connection, Hissin arched a brow and posed a mischievous question.

 

“Do you dislike being joined with me like this?”

 

“It’s not that…”

 

“Then?”

 

“Hmmph!”

 

Without withdrawing, Hissin gave a small, deliberate thrust of his hips. 

 

The movement sent another wave of scandalous sensation through her still-thrumming core, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.

 

Dahlia glared at him with deliberate intensity, and Hissin responded with a satisfied, roguish smile.

 

“You tempt me at every turn. How can you expect me to resist?”

 

At his words, Dahlia’s eyes widened in shock. She could feel it—the body that had just poured its passion into her was beginning to stir and harden once more against her very core. 

 

Panicked, she pushed against his shoulders.

 

“When did I ever…!”

 

Far from being moved away, Hissin’s solid body responded with another deep, resonant thump, driving into her core once more. She could feel the mingled fluids from within being forced out, trickling from where they were joined.

 

She couldn’t fathom how her plea for him to stop had been twisted into an act of temptation.

 

Trembling, Dahlia turned her gaze toward Hissin, her eyes filled with silent entreaty.

 

“Please… stop now… I beg you.”

 

It was no exaggeration. Her body already felt swollen, tender, pushed to its absolute limit. 

 

If he continued, she feared her very core might be rubbed raw, damaged beyond swift repair.

 

She knew logically it couldn’t be so, yet the fear lingered, a testament to how thoroughly Hissin had already overwhelmed her.

 

A flicker of mischievous, almost wicked playfulness danced in Hissin’s eyes. But it vanished as quickly as it appeared, perhaps recalling his own earlier words. 

 

With surprising compliance, he withdrew his body from their intimate connection.

 

“Haaah….”

 

A gush of warmth followed his retreat, trickling down her inner thigh and pooling against the mattress. 

 

A moan, unbidden, escaped Dahlia’s lips, and she buried her burning face in her hands, overcome with shame.

 

Hissin chuckled softly, his lips brushing a light kiss against her forearm before he scooped her up into his arms.

 

“The night is deep,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. 

 

“Allow me to help you wash.”

 

Dahlia couldn’t begin to fathom the connection between the late hour and bathing together, but her body was too heavy and languid to muster any protest.

 

And so, still unclothed, she was carried in Hissin’s arms to the bathing chamber.

 

That he would claim her once more within its confines seemed, by then, almost a foregone conclusion.