Sex was a complicated topic for the young man. His own sex life had been relatively difficult for him if only it so often condemned the lives of the woman he took to his bed and those it didn't? They were either already within his mistress' grasp or were the vampire herself. None of such entanglements ever truly went pleasurably. It for that reason alone that Tetradore hesitated so remarkably at the prospect of spending the rest of the their decidedly alone time under the sheets of her freshly laundered bed. Bizarrely, however, the man's uncertainty hardly lasted long before a not unfamiliar though not uncommon desire slowly began to claw at him. He could feel those feelings within his loins as the fairy sat down upon her bed, her crystalline gaze staring at him - and then, those desires began to run rampant through him like a fire, setting ablaze a need he certainly had never felt with such intensity before.

Tetradore hardly questioned it though. How could he? After all he was still very much a man and Samantha was far too willing for him to deny. His fears and concerned had been washed away by a gnawing desire that refused to be simply denied and so, the male gave in. He crossed the distance between the entry way of the bedroom to the bed itself, his hand brushing the girl's neck before settling on the back of her nape, his lips pressed against her in a feverish fashion, stealing kiss after kiss before his hands moved to her waist, pulling the shirt over her head. In a gentle and yet entirely firm fashion, Tetradore pushed Samantha against the white sheets behind her, his lips moving from her own lips down her neck and to her collar bone whilst his hands were entirely focused upon undressing them both.

With such desires, after all, there was no such thing as patience. There was no desire to love, it was a simple animialistic urge - one without such tender-hearted feelings. Still, the man managed to undo the button of her jeans and the zipper without any real difficulty, his hand settled flat against her waist, pushing down her jeans as his palm moved lower and lower against the flesh of her hip and then her thigh. Her jeans were soon deposited upon the floor as he sat up, his emerald eyes glancing down her figure. He leaned forward ever so slightly, reaching down to pull the girl up and into another kiss just enough so that he could fit his hands behind her and undo the latch that held her bra together. He tossed the material haphazardly onto the floor with relatively little care before his interests went to her underwear. Tetradore's fingers hooked around the thin fabric before pulling it down, his hands starting to touch the more intimate areas of her physic that he had previously remained chaste with.