TRANSLATION: When The Moon Kissed The Night 

WARNING: This is a part that's a little mature. It's bad and you can cover your eyes 😬 I might delete it later when I edit this whole book till then, I'm sorry. 

I took a sharp breath and tried to take my hands back but this time he didn't want to let them go.

"What is it? Is it your pride that can't let you imagine wanting a man like me? Or is it because you're afraid you could fall—"

"No." I exhale and rip my hands from him. "I don't have pride or any of that. I just don't have anything to give you. Apart from conjuring chocolates into your pockets and giving your wings back." I'm not afraid either, but Grimm was right in asking if I was hurt earlier. Because he knows it too just as well as I do. "I'm a hurtful person, and I don't want to hurt you. But that's all I know how to do." I said hurriedly as if my lungs were about to be crushed.

Knowing only the pain of love, and having its remnants in my heart makes it bleed.

I get up with much more trapped in my mouth and an empty chest miserably aching. My mind begins to spiral but a hand grabs my arm and spins me around, Grimm slips his hands between my face. "Do it. Hurt me." he rasped. "I don't mind at all. Give it to me. Your pain. Your anger. Your sadness. Give me all of your Hell, and I'll ask for more."

"You're not thinking clearly. You don't mean any of this." I said although it was mostly to myself.

But Grimm tilts my chin, "Hurt me. Ruin me. Destroy me." He repeats them like a prayer only I can answer, his head falls against my forehead. "Do all of it, and keep me here with you." My chest rises up and down, I'm unable to think at all.

My eyes fall prey to his crimson lips. "Stay," I utter, and no lie ever sounded sweeter.

He draws me closer to him. My hands slide up his arms feeling his muscles go taut and his breath shorter. "Where do you want me? Where do you need me?" His tone was hushed.

I want him everywhere. I need him everywhere.

His lips first land on mine with a sense of urgency—like greed needing to be satisfied. I kiss him back. He placed his hand on my neck, and slightly tilted my head back as he deepened the kiss. He was like a toxin, spreading a warmness all over my body. I hold him tightly, my nails pressing into the material of his shirt. But I wanted to touch him. 

I want his cold skin to soothe my feverish skin. It was only right, he was doing this to me. He presses his body against mine and walks us backward until we hit a wall. But he holds my head, his fingers entwined in my hair.

He then pulls an inch away as he softly pants. "Where else do you need? Where else do you want me?" His voice came out hoarse and vital.

"Everywhere," I said to him, and Grimm's gaze darkened with desire.

He runs his hand up my arm, slowly tugging my robe off my shoulder. "Here?" He sucks on my exposed skin, and a shiver runs down my spine. My heart pounds. He drags his mouth over to my collarbone, his teeth lightly scrape across. "Or here?" he taunts. "Maybe here." He lowers his lips at the shape of my breast, placing his hand on my hip with a firm grip.

I gasp.

"Or maybe I'm getting it wrong." Grimm takes hold of my leg, pushing my nightgown upward. Even in the dim room, he would be able to see them all. The bruises and stitched cuts. There were too many of them. His gaze starts to drop and my hand reaches for his throat, I make him meet my eyes.

"Don't look." I immediately say, and he looks a little confused. "I'm not as pretty as you would like to believe," I warned him.

His frown disappears and his gaze hardens. "You're more than pretty. More than beautiful. More than gorgeous. A word cannot describe you. You're a phenomenon—an unknown beauty. The most beautiful of most beautiful. " He lifts his hand making the room dark, sparing the candle on the table. His shadows revolve around the moonlight's glow, they never robbed her appearance.

He leans in, his lips grazing mine. "The night has come, and you're the light I seek. I wish to show you my appreciation for letting me be in your presence. Can I?" he whispers.

I said. "Yes," Because I seek to be in his embrace more than anything.

He presses his red lips on the stitched cut on my forehead as he removes my robe, and my fingers return the favor by undoing the buttons of his shirt. His smooth bare chest shows. My nightgown falls on the floor like a puddle. My hair still covered most of my body, but I was exposed. He carefully lifts my hair and my nipples are hard. He dips his head into the crook of my neck. He slowly leaves a soft and tortuous trail of kisses, and when his mouth takes my breast, my body aches with a need to be full.

He makes his way down my stomach, and when the moonlight pours over my body he goes down like a sinner between my thighs. My head falls back and I close my eyes.

His sweet, sweet, sweet tongue. It's all I can feel.

I savor it like a poison, dragging me further down into the madness of him. My head spins. His fingers dig into my hips. I place my hands behind the wall as if it could hold me. He gripped harder and pulled me down tighter as if he were my most sinful worshiper begging for mercy. Gasps and moans escaped my mouth, each one leaving a little louder and sharper than the last one. With his caress of starvation, he licks me more enjoying every sound that comes from my lips.

I try to keep quiet, and Grimm notices as he pulls away and my body has become hotter. He looks at me, "I want to hear you, open your mouth." He said it like a command, but he looked so good kneeling with a sheen on his red lips. I could just eat him.

I release my lower lip from my teeth. He never said what exactly he wanted to hear from me.

I met his gaze evenly, "Do you like what you hear, Grimm? Do you want to know what I like to hear?" I place my thumb on his dripping chin, his mouth slick and wet. "What do you like to hear, raven?" he asks, quietly and my lips curve into something wicked.

"You."

He took a sharp breath, and maybe his heart stopped too. It fills me with a little pleasure. I lean down. My lips brush against his ear. "I wonder too, what sounds that pretty mouth of yours can make." I nip at his earlobe, teasing him. "Do you think I can make you scream?" I place both my hands on his naked chest as he shudders.

My fingers skim down his stomach, tracing the outline of each muscle until I stop at the button of his pants. His eyes snap wide open. "Nervous?" I try to taunt him, but Grimm simply pulls my body and I land on his lap feeling every inch of him.

Grimm levels his gaze with mine, speaking roughly and raw. "This has nothing to do with nerves. I've been waiting for you, woman." His eyes shimmer. "I hope you aren't tired. Do you think you can make it till sunrise?" He challenged.

What? Did he just say sunrise?

Grimm unbuckles himself and slides his pants, and I'm quickly welcomed by his skin. 

"Nervous?" His lips speak over mine. 

And I could not let him win. I kissed him deeply, passionately, and fiercely. I bit his lower lip, and a soft groan escaped from him. My hips rolled against him, his hands falling on my hips and when finally lifted them, I felt a sharp brief pain of delight.

My lips parted as I let out a loud gasp. I grasp the back of his neck with nails digging into his skin. He groans again. I could see his threads illuminating on his shoulder blades, formed like constellations but they were beginning to blind my vision. He pushes himself deeper into me as if he is trying to lose himself in me. I close my eyes wanting the same thing. His moans and whimpers become buried between my breasts. He feels so damn good.

"Nora," he choked and kept my name in his mouth like a chant of worship.

My back arches and beads of sweat collect all over my body as I burn more and more. I'm about to lose myself in bliss, but Grimm lays me down on the floor not parting with my body, and strokes my neck as he keeps thrusting. "Oh god, Grimm." I moaned.

My thighs clenched and my eyes rolled back, he delivered another swift thrust.

And it became an entanglement of souls—an embrace of the moon and night until the sun could separate them.

****

The candle has been blown out, and a thin light starts to peek through the curtains. My legs were sore, and Grimm's lips were swollen red just like the marks running up and down his arms. Silence filled the air but it was nice. My head lay against his chest with his arms wrapped around my waist. 

I was becoming familiar with the rhythm of his heart, and mine became in tune with his. Grimm kept tucking strands of my hair behind my ear, leaving his fingers to lightly trace the outline of my jaw. The moment was perfect, but it was soon coming to an end.

"Where did you learn to dance?" he asks, and I turn to meet his gaze. He goes on. "When you were dancing earlier, you moved with precision and passion as if you were telling a story. And when you spun, you looked as free as a bird roaming the night." he then says with his eyes starry. "I thought I was dreaming when I saw you dancing with my shadows. I never thought there could be anyone who could make the darkness inside of me look lovely." He stares at me intently, as if he were still dreaming.

My heart is beating faster than his.

"Who taught you how to dance?" Grimm repeats.

I admit. "My mother and grandmother but not for the reason you believe."

 I clear my throat as the memory of them relit like an old candle flame in my head. "When I first started to hear the voices in my head they were extremely loud. I couldn't focus on anything or hear what anyone said, and I wasn't confident telling the spirits the words of enchantment. So, my grandmother first came up with the idea of making me listen to music at a higher volume to try to quiet them. But then they turned it into more than a distraction. My mother twirled me around and my grandmother clapped to the beat of the song. They slowly started to teach me how to dance. I learned the steps and I forced my mind to pay attention to the music." It doesn't feel like Refugio is far from me right now, I could hear her saying, vuelta, vuelta, vuelta. 

I miss her, I miss them both.

I swallowed. "In the end, it worked. The spirits became quiet whenever I danced. But it wasn't because of the loud music or having to memorize the dance that won them over. It was them. Their laughs, their smiles, their voices. Their overwhelming love." I whisper to myself. "How could the spirits ever think they were stronger than them? Against my mothers." I know they loved them too.

Eran el sonido de mi alma, mi razón por vivir y ahora no puedo escuchar nada. Ni la vida. 

(They were the sound of my soul, my reason for living and now I can't hear anything. Not even life.)

Grimm smoothes my hand with his thumb. "And it was also you." My brow knitted together as he shifted my body to face him. "You don't see it, do you? The shadows of everyone are like a veil over their soul. When I see yours, your perseverance for life shows. I know you can't imagine it but your soul can't exist without you striving for it. Once you're done with your revenge, you should give the world another chance. It will wait for you." he said quietly.

"I think you're the only person in the world who wants me to live."

Grimm's brows push down together, his mouth tight and jaw clenched. His eyes are moving rapidly all over my face as if he were checking for injuries. He couldn't believe it. But it was true.

All my life I've been living it as I've been told. I hid myself without knowing it was done on purpose, and I was ready to continue to live life like that. I understand my parents and grandmother's decisions to keep my existence a secret. It was for my safety. Just like I know my father believed it was better to keep his distance away and for me to consider him dead than alive. But in their decision, I believed I was not meant to live in any light. I put myself in four lonely white walls so I would not hurt anyone.

Even when I left my walls, I only met with people who wanted to kill me or believe I was dead.

But Grimm has never once looked at me like that. 

A man known as Death, a wielder of darkness and collector of souls is whispering to me as the sun rises, live. He believes I can find peace here rather than in death. For a second, I think beyond revenge. Beyond doom and misery. The faint light of hope looks much like a falling star. I want to know if it's possible to live here beyond my revenge. Beyond death and destruction.

"I'll always be cheering for you, raven. In everything you do. All of the good and all of the terrible." he finally says.

I never had anyone like him, which made sense. There is only one Grimm.

My Grimm.

He speaks again. "Tell me, what was your favorite song you danced to?"

"Sabor a mi," I said without hesitation, but it was not my favorite. Perhaps, I was too lost in his eyes and it was the only song I could think of.

He nodded. "The taste of me, I like it. We should dance to it." I would like to dance with him again. But before the sun could catch us I wanted to savor him one last time. 

He begins, "There is I want to tell you but I don't know how to say it without—" I reach for his face and softly press my lips against his. He kisses me back harder with his arms pulling me onto him, my fingers slip into his hair like an instinct. Then a sudden sweet pain is pulsing on my lower lip. He licks the little blood, sealing it like a vow.

"The sun is almost here," I murmured.

Grimm lifts his hand darkening the whole room again, forbidding the sun from any entrance. He draws his fingers beneath my chin. "I believe we have some time left."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes but said smiling, "Oh really?"

He answered in between a kiss, "Yes, and all of your nights are mine from now on." He could have them all, but it stays well on my tongue.

We were nothing but two souls in the dark creating a warmth of ours. But oh so very soon, the sweet warmth would disappear at the rise of the sun.