Red Wine and Moonlight

It was so easy for Romulus to simply relax and exist with Lillith. Being with her felt as natural as breathing. There were no pretenses to hold to, no need to try and show off or be someone he wasn't. Lillith made everything feel right. From the day he'd met her in the gardens to this magical night they'd shared beneath the haunted moon and stars, this was where his destiny had always meant to lead him. After all, what were the odds that their paths would cross at just the right times when they needed each other the most? Him, a wayward traveler in foreign lands with nothing but his name, and her, a determined spirit withheld by a faltering body. She'd given him the home and the purpose he needed, and he helped her find the strength to take back charge of her life. Together they had grown tremendously, faced and weathered storms and tribulations, even overcome disease and death. Not even that inescapable force could pry them apart.

Roman beamed gleefully when Lil giggled and stretched out across his body to settle in more comfortably. She teased him back some, then booped his nose with a gentle paw, making silver eyes go crossed for a brief moment before they settled back on her angelic face. "Hmm, 'think'? No no no, that implies there's even a small chance of doubt. No, I know you're the most beautiful wolf in the world," he remarked with a flash of teeth in his devilish grin, a playful mirth lighting up his argent eyes. Low murrs rumbled deep within the young brute's chest while his beautiful fae combed claws through the fur behind his ear, one paw sliding down her back to massage around the base of her tail. It seemed like there would be no chance of either of them keeping their paws off of one another anymore now that they'd had a taste of what physical pleasures together could be like—not that he had any complaints whatsoever! He would have been perfectly content to lay there all night, savoring the sweet taste of Lil's wine-soaked lips and tongue and the warmth of her body tangled up with his.

"You keep that up and you're gonna have an Armada all over you again, my little Adravendi goddess," he spoke with a vibrating growl beneath his tones. It wasn't so much a warning as much as it was a promise. Roman had always had an affinity for physicality, his love language definitely one of touches and cuddles and kisses. Now that he'd explored the more carnal side of love with Lillith, that added a whole new repertoire of ways he could show he loved her, over and over and over again as often as her body allowed. She was stoking those embers inside him and Roman honestly didn't think he'd be able to resist from taking her again if she kept teasing him and playing with him like that.

"Speech"