“We’ve still much to discuss, witch. But perhaps this will do for now.” Grimm’s lips found hers, one hand coming up to the nape of her neck. The taste of him was beyond the sweetest delicacy imaginable. His hands tangled in her hair and Agatha struggled to breathe. His own breath was ragged and he deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into her mouth. Just as she was sure the heat coursing through her would cause her to combust, he pulled back.
