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Then Grimm whispers my name against my lips, and everything else disappears.

Chapter Eleven

I never imagined I'd be having sex with Grimm after dinner tonight.

Heck, I didn't even know he was going to be at dinner when Dora invited me!

This was supposed to be food. Wine. Conversation. Maybe dessert if I was lucky.

Apparently, I am very, very lucky.

I've never exactly been lucky at love. What can I say?

I'm more awkward, blunt girl than sexy siren who crooks one perfectly manicured finger and gets her man.

But right now?

I am definitely getting my man.

And holy heck, what a man.

Grimm makes me feel things I've never felt before.

It's more than pleasure.

More than attraction.

My entire body is singing for him, magic humming beneath my skin like it recognizes something my brain hasn't figured out yet.

And Grimm? He watches me like I'm everything.

Like there isn't another woman in the world.

When he rolls us over and suddenly I'm astride him, I swear I see stars.

“Grimm.”

His glowing eyes lock on mine.

That look.

Possessive.

Hungry.

Almost holy.

It should make me self-conscious. Instead, it makes me feel powerful.

Beautiful.

Wanted.

He sits up, wrapping those enormous arms around me, bringing us chest to chest. My forehead falls against his.

We're moving together now, finding the same rhythm without needing words.

Skin slick with sweat. Breaths mingling. Pleasure dancing along the edges of my senses. Magic swooshes around us.