From TIMELESS VOYAGE

He slid his palm in a serpentine stroke down to her stomach and rasped Ovid's words, "What a smooth belly." Moving the heel of his palm in round, feather-soft strokes, he quoted another line. "I pressed her naked body to my own." Kaeso crushed her to his chest and covered her mouth with his.

Anwen let out a deep moan.

He released her lips and gazed at her flushed face. "Ovid's lover could not match your beauty. Might you be the muse that gifted him with amores?"

Shucking off his tunic, he threw it to the wind. His devouring eyes drank in the perfection of her up-tilted breasts and curved hips. Swinging her into the circle of his arms, reclaiming her lips, he kissed her with a savage hunger. Gently, he eased her down onto the sand. Sliding one hand down her flat stomach to the swell of her hips, fire tore through him. The aching bulge at his groin throbbed with need.

What might have happened 1000 years ago didn't matter. It made no difference that she was a Celt and he a Roman. All that mattered was that they had each other right now.