Adalind Schade liked sex. Really liked sex. To her, there was nothing better than having a naked body pressed to her and a nice hard dick deep inside her.

Oh, she had experimented. In college she had had her fun with several attractive women. It had been fun. It had been enjoyable. Sometimes it had been the only way she was going to get any satisfaction. Because a lot of college guys were either too drunk to get it up, or were one minute men, barely able to keep it up long enough for her to get wet.

Luckily for her G spot, she had met some handsome professors who were more than willing to give her a good thrill.

For a while, Adalind was sure that older men were the way to go if she wanted an orgasm. It was one of the things that had drawn her to Sean Renard. She felt that he was older, wiser and had tremendous self control. Certainly he was ideal for being her lover.

He also lacked even an ounce of fat on his body.

Adalind really preferred hard bodies. She loved a man who got all alpha on her and would pin her down. Dominate her. Let her know that he was in control and would give her what she needed.

That little fetish of hers had cost her her powers. When Nick Burkhardt had pinned her down, covered her body with his own, and crashed his lips to hers, she had given in without thinking. For a split second, she had forgotten about why they were out there. Something she hadn't wanted to think about at the time was if the grimm had tried to become more intimate with her, she would have allowed it.

Since that moment, Adalind had always been haunted by the feel of his body on top of hers.

No other man had given her the same thrill. It was why she had teased him in the jail room. She had meant what she said, she believed that under different circumstances, they could have had a lot of fun together.

Years later, she knew first hand just how much fun she could have with the grimm. It had taken a lot of pain and sorrow, but they were finally in a really good place.

And Adalind could honestly say Nick was the very best lover she had ever had. That sex with the grimm was always the best sex, no matter the type of sex they were having.

Adalind still enjoyed being dominated. She knew how to get Nick riled up. Push just the right buttons. Either get him jealous or tease him for hours. When they were in a situation where he wouldn't be able to act on his desires, she would flirt and tease and whisper naughty things in his ear. By the time they were able to be alone, Nick would be so worked up that he would pin her to the wall and just ravage her.

After three pairs of underwear had been ripped, Adalind had learned to slip them off discreetly before the opportunity came for when the two of them could be alone. And it added one final thing to push him over the edge when she would slip the garment either in his jacket pocket for him to find, or place them in his hand with a saucy, "Hold these for me." Those moves were guaranteed to have him pounding away at her pussy for a long time.

But there was so much more than the rough and wild sex for Nick to dominate and pleasure Adalind with.

Nick knew how to go slow, take his time, love her so thoroughly Adalind would have multiple little orgasms before he had even entered her or touched her clit.

His naked body would be on top of hers, her hands would slide over his hard muscular frame. His hands would press firmly over her body, keeping her in the position he wanted to receive his attention.

Adalind loved every moment.

She still had as strong of an appetite for sex as she did when she was younger, but now the only person she wanted to have sex with was the man she loved with all of her heart. Nick.

And every sex with Nick was Adalind's favorite sex.

Sometimes, Adalind had a need to take things to a darker level. Her hexenbiest recognized the grimm as her mate. Grimms were the most dangerous of all beings. Especially to hexenbiests.

It just could not be helped that deep in her soul, Adalind believed Nick had conquered her and she belonged completely to him.

Adalind was a strong willed, independent, intelligent woman. She knew she had her own agency. Her free will. She had full control of herself and her actions.

Nick had time and again praised her for her for her knowledge. It was obvious how sexy he found it.

Nick was the first person to really appreciate how intelligent Adalind was. Everyone else in her life only cared about how pretty she was, or how powerful. Both Renard and her own mother had cast her out when Nick had taken her hexenbiest. Even at her law firm, her boss had wanted her hexenbiest side more than he had wanted her for her skills as a lawyer. She graduated top of her class, and with honors, but her hexenbiest powers were still more valuable.

But with Nick, the way he had looked at her when she was telling him about ancient rituals. No one had ever looked at her with such awe.

So Adalind knew without a shadow of a doubt that Nick saw her as his life partner, his equal. There were times Adalind got the impression that Nick thought she was superior to him. That maybe he wasn't joking when he told people he had married way above his league.

It was all evidence that Nick would never say that he owned Adalind.

And yet her hexenbiest would whisper to her that he did. And more loudly, that Adalind needed to show him just how much.

Nick Burkhardt like sex. Sex was fun. Sex was his favorite way of showing the person he loved just how passionate he was about them. Nick enjoyed physical contact. He considered himself a pretty passionate guy. A pretty affectionate guy. He also hoped that he was considered by his partners to be a generous lover. There was nothing more important when it came to physical intimacy than pleasing the person he was with.

Nick had never been a guy who liked one night stands. For him, the best sex was always with the person he loved, and who loved him in return.

But Nick also knew there was an intensity inside him that could frighten some people away.

When he was with Juliet, he had kept that part of himself under lock and key. It became harder when his grimm abilities emerged, but he had done it to make sure the woman he loved had never looked at him with fear, or repulsion.

That darker side showed itself with Adalind that night in the ruins. It was so hard to control with his heart pumping, adrenaline flowing and then having the beautiful blonde beneath him.

That side that he blamed on his grimm wanted to claim her for himself. He wanted her to be his.

It had frightened Nick how much he wanted to possess Adalind.

He did everything he could to focus on his love for Juliet and forget about the chemistry between himself and Adalind. But every time she came back into his life, it got more and more difficult. He covered up his dark thoughts with annoyance, anger or humor. And then everything changed.

Juliet was no longer.

Adalind became his.

The mother of his son. His responsibility. His lover.

Adalind herself was passionate and intense. Nick couldn't help but be swept up in her energy and allow his more primal side to emerge.

Adalind got her powers back and Nick didn't have to fear holding her too tight or thrusting into her too roughly. Sometimes she would even demand it.

Nick also didn't have to worry about his libido being too active for Adalind. In fact, she was the one who had initiated most of their encounters, at least, in the beginning of their relationship.

Now, it was pretty equal.

Sometimes it would be difficult to say who started it. They loved touching one another. An activity like making dinner together, where they could constantly have to move around one another or stand next to each other, was an opportunity for seduction.

When they were alone in the kitchen, both would press the other against the refrigerator or counter and kiss them ravenously.

If they had company, like Trubel, Diana or Kelly, the couple would make due with sneaking little caresses.

Of course, there were plenty of moments when a hot kiss was interrupted by a gagging sound accompanied by a "Guys really! Again!"

No one could deny how passionate Nick and Adalind were for one another. And Nick was so grateful he never had to tone down his darker side with Adalind.

They were a perfect match and it was a lot of fun to explore the extent of physical intimacy together.

Especially when they discovered they both desired to play games.

Of course, rules needed to be established.

Rule number one was that both of them had to be completely honest about what they wanted and what the limit was. Neither one wanted to push their lover into something they were not completely psychologically comfortable with.

The second rule was that no matter what they did, it would only consist of the two of them. They each had a strong jealous streaks and neither wanted to share their lover.

The third rule was established when Diana had entered their bedroom and looked into the nightstand, finding some of the toys the couple liked to use.

Nick had been at work at the time, so that left a beet red Adalind trying to explain that those toys were only for grown ups.

After that, all items used in amorous games had to be kept under lock and key when not in use.

Luckily for Nick and Adalind's libidos, they were able to get a house where they could have a secret room designed especially for their more adventurous amorous activities.