So I decided to add this story. It may seem a little shady at first, but it is all good. It's a dream people.

A dark figure jimmied open a bedroom window, and slipped inside without making a sound. He crept to her bed, and ever so carefully removed the sheet covering her. Getting a good view of the blonde clad in a black satin teddy. Then he lowered himself onto the bed.

She was startled awake when she felt the dip. Her eyes blew wide in shock as he positioned his body over hers and pinned her arms to her side.

"Nick?"

"Hello, Adalind. I was not content with how we left things back in the woods, so I thought I would come here and finish it right."

At first she thought he meant to kill her, but then his lips crashed down on her like they had during their fight.

This time, instead of biting him, she opened for him.

He was so dominant, so aggressive.

It felt good, so very good.

She spread her legs and cupped his rear to pull him down, pressing his hardness on her rapidly growing wet center.

She whimpered out when he ground down, rubbing her in just the right way, already triggering tiny tremors of pleasure.

His hands slipped under her nightgown and he said, "As good as you look in black, I really need you naked for this."

And then she was. The grimm pulling the garment off of her so it slid, revealing her breasts first and then her lace underwear, which he took with the garment along the way.

His rough hands then returned to her now bare body, gripping the flesh. His lips returned to hers, then moved lower, biting then soothing with his warm tongue. When he got to her breasts, he took special care to lick every inch, yet placed gentle nips on her nipples, causing Adalind to arch up and cry out his name, cupping his head, and burying her fingers in his hair.

She caught the smug grin on Nick, but had no time to comment as his highly skilled hands had moved to her center.

She bucked up when he pinched her clit. She tried to say something, anything, but nothing coherent would come out. He was touching her just in the right way, and it was amazing.

And then she saw his head move between her legs.

Well, that was it, she was lost to the grimm. To the delicious pleasure he was giving her. Caught in a riptide of bliss so exquisite, there was no surfacing.

He moved back up her body, gripped her hips and flipped her over, wrapping her hair around his hand and jerked her back so she was pressed against him. He tilted her head back and to one side, biting her neck, marking her for all to see.

He then whispered in her ear, "You are mine now witch, you will never love another. You will never truly want another. Any man you take to your bed, you will always compare to me." He unwound his hand from her hair, placed it on her neck while the other gripped her hip, and in one stroke, thrust into her. Setting a pace that was brutal and intense.

The hand on her hip moved to press firmly on her clit. Adalind cried out. It was impossible to stay silent. Not with Nick pounding her into oblivion. One of her hands covered his that was between her legs, the other reached up to hold the arm of the hand that was still on her neck.

A sheen of sweat coated their bodies, causing them to glisten in the moonlight. Heavy pants and moans from both beings filled the room and they grew in volume as the two moved together a carnal dance.

Both screamed in unison as their bodies were rocked by a mind shattering orgasm.

Adalind jerked awake, breathing heavy, white cotton nightgown soaked with sweat.

"What the hell?" She cursed out, not wanting to believe she had not only just dreamed about the grimm, the very grimm responsible for her now missing powers, but that she had just had an incredible orgasm because of that dream.

She shook her head, as if trying to dislodge all of the images that dream conjured.

She hated the grimm. Because of Nick Burkhardt, her mother rejected her and Sean Renard now wanted nothing to do with her. He had called her "Just another pretty girl." As if she had never meant anything to him.

Well, she would show him. She would show all of them.

And she would definitely prove to Nick Burkhardt that she did not have to be a hexenbiest to weave magic.

Across town, the grimm jerked awake. He quickly and quietly rushed to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face. Nick looked down at his sleep pants and thought it best to change.

How the hell did he just have a wet dream about Adalind Schade. The woman had tried to kill him, his aunt and his partner.

His mind was seriously messed up.

He told himself it was just stress. Yeah, that was it. Working to hard. Having to keep to many secrets. His subconscious was just providing a little hate sex to relieve some of that stress.

That was all.

He changed into a new set of sleep pants and crawled back into bed. Doing his very best not to remember the way a certain petite blonde felt beneath him.