I sigh contentedly, turning my head to meet his gaze. "I love you too, B." Our eyes lock in a silent conversation, words unnecessary as we share this moment of pure connection. His touch sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel the passion rising inside me. There's no doubt that our love will continue to grow stronger, even as we face the challenges ahead.

Gently, I push myself up onto my elbow and kiss him deeply, exploring his lips with mine.

I shiver at the touch of his hands on my skin, desire coursing through me like a wildfire. "B," I breathe into his ear, my voice trembling with need. "You are my husband. There's nothing to feel guilty about." I arch my back, pressing myself closer against him as our kisses become more urgent, seeking release from this building tension.

His touch is everywhere - gentle and insistent at once, exploring every inch of me like he has never seen skin before.

As they reach their climax together, Pocahontas arches her back, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she feels the hot rush of pleasure coursing through her body. Her voice raises to a shriek and her muscles tense violently, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout Cliff's own frame as he collapses against her, panting heavily.

When their breathing finally returns to normal, they stare into each other's eyes, the connection between them still strong despite the physical release they just shared. Pocahontas smirks and cups Cliff's face in her hands. "Now we go find more white people to kill." She kisses him roughly before letting go of his face and turning away, ready to continue on with their bloody vengeance.