forever entangled

There were very few things in this world that Romulus would have described as perfect. Lillith, she was perfect. The love they crafted and immortalized together was perfect. This intensely intimate moment they made was perfect. Everything she did and said and thought and was, was perfection. It almost frightened him, the degree to which he loved Lillith. He'd never felt so deeply, so profoundly, so purely for another in all his life. Roman was reminded of the love his parents shared, the love stories he'd been told growing up of warriors falling so madly in love with the princesses and damsels in distress. At the time, he'd never given the stories much credit, and when he'd started finding interest in girls and romance, he disregarded love even further in his pursuits of fleeting moments of passion. But now, lying here beneath Lillith, gazing into garnet eyes that belonged to his physical embodiment of an angel, he understood. He understood everything so clearly and his life had been forever changed for the better by his beautiful snow and silver queen.

Together their bodies moved in slow, rhythmic shifts and grinds and rolls of their hips, creating an intensely intimate dance between them that steadily rose them both to familiar and totally new peaks of pleasure and passion. Her body sang to him as much as her voice did with breathy gasps and moans, and his responded in turn with slow yet insistent pressure of his hips into hers, his own melody of grunts and groans serenading her back. Roman had loved letting their feral sides out, unleashing their instincts upon one another in the most primal way—but the silver-furred brute actually found himself enjoying this time of lovemaking with his soulmate even more. It was almost tantric and spiritual in the way their bodies connected and moved, the pleasure they found far more sensual and felt deeply throughout his entire being, warming him from his core outward to every nerve in his body. Romulus had never felt more alive than he did in this moment with Lillith, and though he knew it was an impossibility, he wished it would last for the rest of time.

When he spoke her name, Romulus watched those gorgeous pleasure-glazed garnet eyes flick open to gaze down at him with such love that he felt his heart skip a beat, and when he declared his love to her, the grin that crept over her beautiful face set his soul on fire. His paws on her hips slowly slid up the curves of her body to wrap around her lower back when she lowered her body down across his, pressing their chests together and bringing her face so close to his he could feel her breath against his lips with every heated gasp. Lil spoke her love for him in return, and her paws were around his neck and her mouth was claiming his with a needy groan. Just like that, Lillith had completely engulfed all of his senses, intoxicating him and overdosing him in the sweetest of euphorias. His tongue slid across hers, tasting her, his paws gripped at the silky fur along her back and rump, feeling her inside and out with every slow roll of their hips, her scent flooding his nose and brain. She was his, completely and totally his, just as he gave himself entirely to her.

Just like that, Roman came undone. With their bodies moving in perfect harmony, the Armada brute reached that plateau, and with a deep, trembling groan into her kiss, he fell blissfully into the warm afterglow. His paws wrapped around Lil's waist, pulling her hips flush to his and holding her still while he basked in the total pleasure with her, fire exploding from his core like a star going supernova. Toes curled and tail beat against the bed while his body went tense and relaxed all at the same time. Roman only parted his lips from Lil's when he absolutely had to breathe, gasping for air as it felt like his body was being washed away in a warm ocean, totally weightless as he floated on cloud nine with his lover. Silver eyes slowly flickered open, half-lidded and heavy while he gazed at Lillith with all the love a single wolf could possess for another. She was perfection and he loved every bit of her. All the romantic words and thoughts had been washed away by these sensations. All Roman could do now was lie beneath Lillith, cradling her in his arms on top of his body while he rode out the afterglow with her, wishing they'd never separate and this moment would never end.

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