“I dream of you…only you…”
At last, he set himself free, releasing his cream in endless waves against her core as she sighed with contentment and wrapped herself tighter around him, soaking him in.
“My woman,” he growled, holding her close, both protecting her and seeking refuge within the haven of her body as he broke apart.
“My Rui.”
Please, he prayed to anyone who would listen. The God that the Romans had taught them to worship. And the old, mythical ways filled with fairies and monsters.
Fantastical dragons.
Please don’t let me wake up from this. I would rather die than lose her again. I cannot live without my heart and soul.
It hurts too much.
Please…
Please…
“Open your eyes, my Wolfie,” Rui’s husky voice whispered in his ear, more vivid than any dream.
“We’ve come home.”