Red Wine and Moonlight

Romulus had been preparing himself to stop and pull back at any moment when he decided to push boldly into making out with Lillith, knowing she could overheat at any given moment with her condition. Imagine his surprise then when Lillith not only didn't resist, but began kissing him back in the same manner! He hummed with surprised delight while their tongues danced between their mouths, savoring the flavor of the other, hinted and enhanced with the bittersweetness of the wine. Electrifying shivers ran their way down his spine to settle deep in his burning core, creating a tension and pressure the likes of which he'd never felt before. It was like he was being burned alive and electrocuted all at the same time, and yet Roman had never felt more alive!

As their kiss deepened and went on, Roman felt Lil's body quiver gently beneath his touch, then shift to press all of herself tighter to his side. He shifted to welcome her in against him, her svelte side fitting perfectly into the creases of his own. Masculine muscles hugged feminine curves, and the silvery Armada wolf let his paw slide from her cheek down the side of her neck until he had both his forelegs wrapped around her sides. Without breaking their kiss apart, Romulus began to shift their bodies, gently urging Lillith onto her back while he shifted to cover her with his own body. Their lips only finally parted once he was completely above her, steely-silver eyes flickering open to gaze down into pools of ruby red and the most beautiful face that had ever been placed in this unworthy world.

From his position above her, Romulus reveled in Lillith's beauty. His heart raced and pounded in his chest, pumping blood like liquid fire through his veins to every part of his body—some more so than others. His paws held her by her sides, keeping every possible inch of their bodies pressed tightly together. His bushy tail wagged with excitement behind him, but there was still that hesitation, that pause while he checked to make sure she was okay and felt and wanted what he did too. Maybe it was the wine making him so bold, or maybe it was the near death experience—or perhaps their relationship had just grown to that next stage. "Lillith..." He whispered her name beneath heated gasps for breath. The question wasn't explicitly asked, but there could be no mistaking the look in his molten steel eyes. He glanced down their bodies for just a moment, then back to her claret gaze, wanting so much more with her but not wanting to take that plunge unless she was ready too.

"Speech"