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Actually swooshes.

Curtains flutter despite the closed windows. Something else crashes somewhere across the room.

Don't care.

Could be expensive.

Still don't care.

Because Grimm's mouth finds my neck. His hands tighten around me.

And I'm almost there.

So close.

“Grimm.”

A growl vibrates against my skin.

Oh Goddess, he makes that sound again.

Wild.

Familiar.

My magic surges toward his.

“Look at me,” he demands.

I do.

His eyes are blazing now. Not glowing. Blazing.

My heart pounds.

Something shifts in his expression.

Hunger.

Need.

And beneath all of it, something almost desperate. Like he's been fighting himself all night and is finally losing.

Or surrendering.

I don't know which.

“Agatha. Mine.”

The way he says it sends another shudder through me.

Then—pain flashes across my shoulder.

“What the⁠—”

Grimm bites me.

Holy shit.