Red Wine and Moonlight

In all the time he had spent with Lillith Adravendi, he couldn't recall a time where she looked more like the wolf she was always supposed to be than how she looked to him right now. Romulus was in awe of this beautiful, lively, feisty young fae draped across his body, grinning and smiling with eyes shining like nothing was wrong in the entire world. There was no apocalypse, there was no sickness or fear. All she knew was happiness, love, peace, contentment. She was confident and sure and loving and he'd never found her sexier or more attractive than he did at this very moment. She was perfect, flawless, the ultimate epitome of beauty, grace, and strength. And she had chosen him to be her lover. No greater honor had ever been bestowed upon the young brute, save for maybe being born an Armada. That was how deeply Lillith had affected his life: that she was of equal importance to his very existence as his family.

The reactions he saw play across Lil's face while feisty paws roamed over her body in a playful manner stirred that desire deep inside Roman once again. Her grin widened and his grin stretched to mirror hers. The flush that painted her cheeks was so damn adorable! That breathless gasp was almost enough to make the silver and slate wolf flip her over and begin ravaging her all over again, but he somehow restrained his baser urges for the moment. But that thin fraying rope holding himself in check soon tethered when Lillith pressed her svelte body closer to him and kept running her delicate claws through his fur, boldly declaring that she'd keep going. Roman's breath caught in his throat, silvery eyes widening in surprised delight and heart picking up speed. This was a whole new side to Lillith and Roman was loving every bit of it! It was such a profound and wonderful advancement of the intimacy of their relationship, and he knew there'd be no going back now. Their lives were forever interwoven and connected, from this day until the end of days.

Little trails of electricity danced across his skin wherever Lil's paw trailed from his neck to his jaw, the brute offering his fae zero resistance when she tipped his muzzle up and guided his lips back to hers. Settling into kissing Lillith had become as natural as breathing. Once more, her taste greeted his lips and tongue, and though kissing her brought so much relief to the growing tension inside of him, it also fanned those flames of desire and made him crave so, so much more. With Lillith's body pressed tight to his, Roman knew she was wanting the exact same thing he was—and so they would both get what they needed. Gripping tight to her body with one paw supporting her lower back and the other holding her rump, Romulus held Lillith's body tight to his, kissing her deeply, tongue dancing with hers with all the fire that threatened to burn him alive.

When the heat and pressure in his lower regions became too much to handle, Roman reluctantly broke their kiss apart, gasping for breath and gazing up at his gorgeous girlfriend with a smoldering love and lust in his liquid silver irises. There would be no denying what both of them wanted and what would come next. "You take the lead," he said, voice rough and husky with breathless desire. Roguish grin crept over his lips while his paws rested on either side of Lil's hips, pulling her body tighter to his while she straddled him. "We'll do this together..." Just as they'd figured out their first time, Roman was ready to explore all new facets of their relationship with Lillith, starting with this.

"Speech"