Red Wine and Moonlight

It was the easiest thing for Romulus to give himself up to the moment he was creating with Lillith, easy to get lost in the wonderland of her kisses, her touch, her scent, her taste, everything about her. Where they had begun their relationship with him coaxing and urging her through their experiences, now Lillith took the lead, bringing him through breathtaking sensations and heart-pounding delights. It was the perfect physical culmination of their love for one another and neither of them would be denied what they'd worked so diligently to achieve. It was passion, raw and hot, and it was all theirs. Seeing the way she grinned from her perch atop his body, full of confidence that should always have been hers, exuding feminine beauty and power over him, it stirred things deep within him—and in between them.

Roman was whipped through a flurry of wanton sensations with every touch of Lillith's paws or movement of her body against his, from her paws clinging to his chest and caressing his cheek to the way she shifted her hips on top of his. The feeling of her silken fur brushing through his thick coat made him feel like every inch of his skin was alive with electricity and fire, akin to touching a live wire or being struck by lightning. It was powerful and primal and unstoppable and Roman couldn't get enough! In her ruby eyes, he saw reflected the same lust and love. In that moment, Romulus had never felt more important than he did with Lillith. She made him feel like the only brute in the world—the luckiest brute in the world at that. For her, he would tear down heavens and burn hells. He would give his last breath if it meant she'd still be breathing after the end of the world. She was his alpha and omega, his beginning and his end and every part in between.

The surprise that crossed Lil's features was swiftly replaced by a somewhat nervous smile, but with his gentle insistence, she agreed to do this together. The beautiful fae pressed her slender body to his, their bellies pressed together, and then Roman felt Lillith push her hips back into his and their bodies were joined once more. Silver eyes opened wide with a breathless gasp from the brute when he felt himself sink into her, paws flexing to grip over her hips on reflex as their coupling began again. Together, the two lovers found their rhythm, Roman eager to push back against Lillith's grinding hips and renew all those sensations and pleasures they'd discovered together the first time.

The Armada wolf held nothing back; he gasped, he groaned, he grunted, he grit his teeth and squirmed beneath his lover. He felt every reaction come naturally to feed her, giving her visual and audible cues to guide her. When he sensed her hesitation, molten steel eyes fluttered open to meet hers with a smoldering gaze that begged her to keep going, rubbing gentle paws over her thighs to encourage her on. Romulus moaned her name between heavy breaths, singing the praises of his true love, his soul mate, on pleasure-drunk lyrics. Beneath the stars and lights and moon, the two lovers worked together to achieve ecstasies of the deepest level.

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