Reason why this is separate from the previous chapter? Because this chapter contains a large amount of smut. You have been warned.
Trubel was sleeping soundly in her bed when Nick and Adalind performed the ritual to protect Adalind's powers.
The spell said Adalind had to be completely relaxed. There had to be nothing but complete trust between the hexenbiest and the grimm.
Nick, never one to do things halfway, made sure Adalind was as relaxed as possible by first giving her a full body massage.
He wore only his boxers as he prepared everything that would be required for taking care of his hexenbiest.
When everything was set, he guided Adalind to the room and slowly removed every article of clothing from her until she was completely naked.
Nick saw no point in hiding his desire for her as he guided her to lay on the towel he had put down on the bed to protect their sheets.
"Kiss me first?" Adalind requested when Nick went to place her on her stomach.
He readily agreed.
His lips were firm as they pressed to hers. Her hand reached up and cupped his head, running through his hair.
Needing to stop before things went too far, he reluctantly pulled away. Looking into her eyes, he saw the blatant desire he knew was reflected in his own.
He gently brushed her hair back and trailed his fingers along her face and down her body, a silent promise that they would both be fully satisfied that night.
Nick reached for the massage oil that had been kept in a bowl of hot water, to keep it at the right temperature for relaxing hexenbiests.
The oil was scented with lavender and vanilla, again, to aid in relaxation.
Nick took his time, moving his hands over every inch of her smooth flesh, slowly kneading the muscles of her back until they were pliant beneath him.
He knew he was on the right path when he heard her sigh.
The softer Adalind felt, the harder Nick became. Every sound she made went straight to his manhood.
The view may have been amazing, the naked form of the woman he loved laying trustingly beneath him, but it was torture knowing he had to wait before he would be able to have her.
Still, Nick refused to rush. Keeping Adalind protected was more important than fulfilling his carnal desires.
And Nick knew that once the spell was completed, Adalind would be more than willing to finish the night entwined with him in their bed.
Adalind rolled over onto her back. "I want you, Nick. Nothing relaxes me more than making love with you."
Nick slid a hand between her legs, finding her wet, and her bud swollen.
He knew that if he were to join with her, he wouldn't be able to stop. So for the sake of the spell, even though it pained him to deny her, he didn't cover Adalind's body with his own.
But she still needed to be completely relaxed, so he used one hand to stroke through her folds while the other fondled her breasts.
Adalind writhed and whimpered as Nick expertly played her body. His thumb rubbed over her clit while his fingers stroked into her core. His other hand cupped a breast, using that thumb to glide over a nipple. His mouth came down to lavish attention on the other breast, never once stopping his attention to her body.
His teeth pinched and pulled one nipple while his fingers did the same to the other.
Adalind's nails dug into the towel, bunching the fabric in her hands as she tried to find some purchase, something to hold onto as Nick pushed her body over the edge of oblivion.
"I love you, Nick!" Adalind cried out. Her release sent a warm rush through her whole body.
He continued to work her through it until her body stilled. Lifting his head, he saw a blissful smile adorn her pretty face.
There was no question that she was now completely relaxed. And that she trusted him with all her heart.
Carefully, he scooped her up in his arms, bridal style, and carried her to the bath he had drawn for her before starting the massage.
The water had just cooled down enough to be tolerable to the hexenbiest, and Adalind sighed with contentment as Nick gently set her in.
For a moment, he just gazed at his bathing beauty.
Sometimes it was hard to believe that what they had and what they were to one another was real.
They continued to look at one another lovingly as Nick soaked a cloth in the water, then ran it over Adalind's skin, washing away the massage oil and opening her up more for the next step in the ritual.
Nick cut his finger, then squeezed a drop of blood on Adalind's forehead, another between her breasts, across her belly, one on the underside of each of her arms, and on each of her inner thighs. He watched her carefully as the blood was absorbed into the skin.
Nick remembered when Adalind's powers had been taken, and then when they were repressed, both times had caused a violent reaction.
But protecting those powers caused a different reaction.
"I think I know why it's so rare for a hexenbiest to guard her powers." Adalind's voice was husky as she explained to Nick, "I have never been so in need of another body pressed to mine in my life. You better make love to me, now."
Nick was more than happy to oblige. He scooped her up out of the tub and carried her to their bed.
He laid her on the bed, then quickly shed his boxers before covering her body with his own.
"No foreplay." Adalind insisted when Nick began to trail kisses along her neck and was heading lower. "I want you in me, now."
He had been hard for her since the start of the night, so he lined himself up at her entrance and slid inside.
They moaned in unison as they were fully joined.
"Oh Nick, it feels so good." Adalind gripped tightly to his shoulders. With a little encouragement, she had him thrusting hard and deep inside of her.
His arms wrapped tightly around her, needing to hold her as close as possible. He would never let her go. He would destroy anyone who tried.
His fierce determination to keep Adalind in his life caused him to be near savage in his taking of her.
And Adalind loved every moment of it.
The very breath was driven out of her with each long hard stroke of Nick's member.
No sound was able to escape when an intense orgasm consumed her body. And only the softest little whimpers could emerge when Nick continued to move, triggering ripples of euphoria.
"You're mine forever, Adalind." Nick declared, brushing his lips over her face.
"Forever. Forever. Forever." Adalind chanted, too far gone to fully understand anything.
But it didn't matter, their souls knew what they wanted and what they were to one another.
Long past the point of coherent thought, Nick linked his hands with Adalind's, pinned them above her head, and locked eyes with her as he rocketed his hips, seeking out his own release.
When he reached it, he had to wrap his arms tightly around his love again, needing to feel as much of her as possible as his seed erupted from him.
"I love you, Adalind." He breathed.
His emotions were so strong he felt he could not say or do enough to express them.
For Adalind it was the same. She didn't know it was possible to experience so much love.
If they hadn't been so delirious from the flush of passion, they may have realized that the bond between them had become much stronger.
Neither Nick or Adalind were aware of just how close they were now.
But they would soon.