Nadya Tetradore

Nadya had always been like a moth to the flame with Frost. There was just something about him she could never keep away no matter how much she tried. They just...meshed, he understood her and was a completely different man for her. It should be no surprise then how they had ended up here in this very room entangled in the beginning of an age old dance. All too willingly Nadya's legs had wrapped about his waist, a thrill through her at the very strength he possessed. Strength after all was a primal thing that on some level every woman looked for in a partner, especially Weres. His lips upon her skin set her nerves alight and pulled that soft moan from her. In turn her body only tried to press more against him, nipping and soothing the skin of his shoulder with that plea.

Although the hispanic woman didn't understand the words Frost muttered she was able to feel the subtle shift in his body which alerted him to his movement. The moment she felt the clasp of her bra release she willingly rolled her shoulders to aid in letting it drop to the floor. It was a small touch of what to come, skin on skin, the feeling of soft curves pressed wantonly against hard planes. Nadya's lips greedily sought out Frost's as he moved them to the bed and settled her back upon the comforter. Easily her knees fell apart to allow Frost to settle in the space there which allowed him to continue to lavish that attention on her newly exposed skin.

Nadya's hands could only entangle once more within Frost's hair in encouragement of his attention. If anything it was an attempt to keep herself still as well as her body shifted upon the bed as his hands and lips traced her skin. She could only bite at her lip to muffle the intermittent moans he pulled from her. Her heart was hammering as she felt his hands teasing at the hem of her panties. He seemed to know just how to touch her and were her head not hazed with pleasure she probably would have questioned it. Slowly Nadya lifted her hips slightly in silent permission for him to remove them.

Suddenly Nadya's hands gave a light tug on his snowy hair to bring him back up from her chest and capture his lips in a heated kiss. It hardly seemed fair that she was now the only one naked. Her fingernails skimmed down his muscled back to hook on the offending belt holding his pants in place. "You're overdressed." Nadya's voice was husky as her hands moved to the front of his pants, brushing along the front to feel him through that fabric before her fingers began to work at undoing his belt. All traces of nervousness had dissipated and left only raw desire which reflected in her eyes. Nadya hardly finished undoing his belt and zipper before her delicate fingers so sought to slip inside and wrap around the length of him as she stole another kiss from him.