Adalind tossed and turned in her overpriced bed. No matter what she tried, she just could not get to sleep.
She wished she could call up Sean Renard, get him to help her out. But he was acting like the true royal bastard that he was and not giving her any form of wanted attention.
He had been so charming when he first recruited her to work for him. But ever since The Grimm had showed up, Sean had started to become more cold, more distant. As if she were a mere employee instead of his lover.
Well, She may not get to have him in reality, right now, but she could have him in her fantasies.
She got out her little toy from her nightstand drawer. She then removed her clothes, might as well get comfortable.
She drifted her fingers over her skin. Stroking around one nipple, lightly brushing over the peak, teasing herself and getting herself nice and wet.
She thought about Sean.
How tall he was.
And lean, not an ounce of body fat on that man.
Nice and hard muscles.
And silver blue eyes
Wait, Sean did not have silvery blue eyes, and they were not framed by lashes that most women would kill for.
Adalind cursed when she realized whose eyes they were. She was dreaming about Nick Burkhardt's eyes.
She refocused herself, there was no way in hell she would be getting herself off by dreaming about the grimm.
As if he could really compare to Sean Renard.
Sean Renard was everything Nick Burkhardt was not. Sean was elegant, controlled. He never lost his composure.
Nick was impulsive. Rugged. Everything he felt was right there on his face.
Sean's hair was always perfect, never a single strand out of place.
Nick's hair was always so windblown and messy. As if someone had run their fingers through it.
It would be soft, Adalind just knew it, like silk against her skin. And easy to grip onto when he trailed his way down her body.
"No! I will not be thinking about Nick Burkhardt's mouth on my body" Adalind scolded herself. She wanted Sean. Tall, sexy, lean bodied, Sean.
Nick Burkhardt was not as tall as Sean Renard. No one was as tall as Sean Renard.
And Sean was chiseled. His features that of Greek gods.
Nick Burkhardt had boy next door features. The grimm was deceptively innocent looking. Except for when he had smirked at her. Then, in that moment, she caught a glimpse at the predator underneath.
Adalind wondered for a moment, what kind of lover he would be. Would he let the hunter out. Would he be rough, dominant. Would he use all of his strength when he thrust into her. Or would he be thorough, attentive. Take his time to explore and only strike when he would get the best reaction.
Grimms were known for being perceptive. Able to size up their opponent in a single glance. Nick would be able to read her like a book. He would be able to tell which spot was the most sensitive. Which spot would have her crying out in sheer ecstasy. He would know when to go slow and when to quicken his pace.
Nick was bigger than Adalind. Not overly so like Sean was. But he was still a good head taller than her. And he was broad. Not bulky, but not sleek either. A medium built that was perfect for having the right balance of strength, speed and agility. She would still feel vulnerable lying beneath him.
And powerful riding on top of him. She imagined pushing him onto his back, and climbing on top of him. Sliding his hardness inside of her. A shiver went through her at the thought of dominating the deadly hunter.
But he wouldn't allow her control for long. No, he would flip them. Turn her over so she was on her belly. Cover her body with his own. Maybe have her on her hands and knees, twist her hair in his hand, jerk her back and bite her neck. His other hand gripping her breast, squeezing. He would thrust into her, savagely, but she would still beg for more.
Adalind gave herself up to the fantasy. Surrendering to the euphoria that was going through her as she dreamed of the grimm.