forever entangled

Watching Lillith in her throes of passion and pleasure was his absolute favorite sight in the world. Nothing made Romulus feel more loved, more desired, more masculine and manly than watching her come undone on top of him. He loved the way her garnet eyes rolled back in her head. He loved the soft, breathy sounds she made. He loved the way her toes curled in the fur on his chest. And then in an explosion of heat and passion, Lillith reached her climax. She was beautiful in every sense of the word and Roman couldn't help but lose himself in her beauty while he watched her tense, then collapse across him, almost limp in his grasp while they both fought to catch their breaths. He could feel the steady thrumming of her racing heart against his chest, beating in near perfect unison to his. It was a perfect finale to a perfect moment. Love had been made again and again between the two wolves, now mated in all physical and primal senses of the word. He was hers and she was his.

Roman's skin was still tingling and his body felt like jello when Lil eventually blinked open her eyes and grinned down at him, the silvery brute grinning back up at his silver and snow goddess. On her visage he could see the pure contentment that no doubt mirrored his own, a dopey grin of total satisfaction and heavy-lidded steel eyes glazed over in the aftermath of their pleasure. The moment her head rested on his chest, Roman's paw was gliding slowly up the curve of Lillith's spine to cradle her head against him, his other foreleg still wound around her waist where their bodies remained joined. He never wanted to separate from her, and if he could live in this moment with his Adravendi queen for all time he would have.

Lillith whispered her declaration of love for him, and though it didn't need to be said for him to understand, it set his heart ablaze all the same. She'd shown him how much she loved him with her body throughout their lovemaking, just as he had done for her. Their every action wound them tighter together into an unbreakable knot. But just as she had done, he spoke the same back. "I love you, Lillith, with all my heart and soul." The brute held tighter to the small fae atop of him, clutching her body to his as if he were afraid she might disappear if he didn't. "I'm never gonna let you go. Never." She was his, just as he was hers. Armadas were possessive bastards like that.

"Speech"