Red Wine and Moonlight

The rest of the world was drowned out to Romulus. The overly large moon, the swirling ribbons of light, even the rippling and crashing of the falls right next to them was all washed away by Lillith. She possessed his body, mind, and spirit like a specter, controlling him, steering him through exciting and euphoric new sensations. He reveled in every single second of it, relishing each touch, each breathy sound, each movement of their bodies against one another, both subtle and deliberate. It drove both young lovers to brand new heights and experiences together. When he had met Lillith in the gardens on that balmy summer day almost a year ago now, Roman never would have been able to guess how profoundly she would change his life for the better, how essential she would become to his survival. The Armadan wolf had set out on a journey to discover his family's ancestral lands. It turned out he'd found so much more here than he could have ever expected in her—he had found his home.

All the while their bodies shifted and ground and moved together in an intimate, erotic dance, Roman's silver-hued eyes never left Lillith's, drinking in her beauty and savoring every little nuance in her expressions and reactions that crossed her features. He wanted to remember this moment for the rest of his life. It was then, lying beneath her that Roman had an epiphany. When he was a younger adolescent first starting to take notice of girls, his father had told him that he'd just know when he'd found the wolf he wanted to give his heart and soul to. At the time, Romulus didn't understand his father's words. But here, wrapped up in Lil, he did. He saw the two of them spending every day together, waking up in one another's arms and falling asleep in the same spot every night. He saw their lives play out before his very eyes—growing up, getting married and mated off, having a litter of puppies, then another, and another, the journeys each year together would take them on, every sunrise and sunset they'd share, growing old and watching their family grow as their children had children. It was like watching a beautiful movie play out in his mind; it was almost enough to bring him to tears.

Roman's heart raced for Lillith's passion, feeling his body immolating from within as the fires consumed every part of him. Every nerve ending that touched her body was on fire. Heavy breaths and low groans joined her cries in their symphony of pleasure. Slate-dipped paws slid up the smooth curves of Lil's hips to wrap around her waist, clinging to her and holding her body tight to his while they moved in unpracticed, raw motions, just following whatever instinct told them and what felt best. Claws gently gripped at tender skin, refusing to relent his grip around his lover while the sensations overwhelmed him. Roman growled her name out in response to her sensual sigh as he reached the apex of bliss and release with her, singing his ecstasy to the world in a primal howl for her and her alone.

"Speech"