“I want that, too, Roman.” His insistent thrusts made my body sing, caught in a storm of pain and pleasure. “Oh, yes.”
As he plunged inside me, I undulated. I needed to bite, to claim, so I bit at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
He let out a roar of satisfaction, and his hip thrusts intensified, driving relentlessly.
I let go of the world, everything, and anything that worried me and surfed on the waves of desire. There was this, only this, only this moment of ecstasy captured on the American Plains in the dark of night.
His cock felt like a knot of fire, waiting to explode, to shoot inside of me in a volcanic stream.
This agonizing tension, this blaze of heat, crackled between us, seeking release. Our bodies slapped against one another, slick and wet with sweat.
I could feel the moment when the fiery knot unraveled and Roman spilled his seed inside me.
He shouted and cried out my name, clutching my hips.
In the distance, the coyotes howled, joining us in ecstatic surrender.
Then, I exploded like a billion shooting stars cascading through the heavens. I shook with the relentless force of our combined orgasms.
“Roman!” I yelled through gritted teeth. “Oh, Roman!”
We soared through the sky like those two hawks that marked our arrival. I felt weightless, free, and on fire.
When gravity called me back to earth, I collapsed on top of Roman.
He caressed my back and whispered, “My love,” over and over until I fell into a blissful drowse.
When he said, “Ti voglio bene,” I stirred in surprise.
He’s telling me he loves me in Italian.
Then, he murmured, “Ti adoro con tutto il cuore.”
I pushed up onto my hands. “How can you tell me you adore me with all your heart in Italian?”
A playful smiled graced his face. “Conosco molte frasi. Parlo correntemente l’italiano.”
“You know many things, and yes, I can hear you speak Italian fluently. How is this possible?”
“Well,” he said, urging me from his hips. He pushed up to sit, and we both faced one another. “How is ityouknow so many languages? You probably studied them, as did I. My mother tutored me to the best of her abilities. She wanted me to learn Italian because she loved it. And then I learned Arabic and Turkish in honor of my father.”
“That’s so hot, Roman,” I said, grinning. “That’s such a turn-on.”
“If by ‘turn-on’ you mean you find it sexy, then I’m glad.” He reached out to place his hands on my thighs. “I find your intelligence sexy as well.”
“You don’t get it. The men in my time are such assholes. You are truly an honorable man. I never want to be away from you, Roman,” I said, placing my palms on his hands.
He laughed. “I’m guessing there are assholes in every century. You and I were destined to meet in whatever century we could. Even if we were to be separated, we’re soulmates. We’ll always find a way to be together.”
My heart soared. I would never tire of hearing Roman say words like that to me.
In the distance, a shout filled the air, competing with the chirping cicadas all around us, humming their nightly prayer.
“Hey! You two lovebirds... I’ve got to go take a piss, and I don’t want to leave Emily’s side,” Marcellious yelled. “She’s like a frightened rabbit.”
“I am not,” Emily said.
“Dammit!” Marcellious called out. “Get over here!”
