There was an undeniable allure to that caramel skin, a very fire within him that the lava wolf seemed to so effortlessly draw from. How carefully she traversed the perilous minefield of Tetradore's emotions, despite how tightly tucked behind that thick veneer of indifference. His every touch was all too tender against her flesh, those kisses sweet and somehow assured despite the uncertainty that so filled his own thoughts. It was a sort of hesitance that she so easily seemed to dissipate with the genteel brush of her lips alone. Mira peeled back each layer of his outward indifference with a certain sort of deftness, she faced that uneasiness with nothing other than delicate acceptance and, in that, Tetradore found himself beset with a peculiar hint of safety that had simply never before existed within the throws of those intimate passions. It was that singular willingness to simply allow him to be that was so undoubtedly unqiue, prompting Tetradore to gift her with that which he had never before offered anyone - the flawless slope of his neck. It was, to outward appearances, hardly an unusual gesture. Lovers so often tended to tease the sensitive flesh there and yet, for the creatures nestled within their souls, that very gesture held far greater meaning. That underlying connotation was one he was assured she would understand in ways his past lovers simply did not, or could not.

He was all too aware of the very weight of her gaze upon his nape. His emerald irises turned towards her, watching that very glimpse of astonishment that played across her features. To gift her such vulnerability as an animal was one matter, but to do so as her Alpha was so distinctly more. Mira hardly wasted any time, however, before her lips pressed that intoxicatingly warm trail down his jawline, trailing with such breathy butterfly kisses, taking her time before moving slowly down the exposed skin of his throat, pausing only upon his collarbone. A small, delicate simper tugged at the corner of his features as her mouth continued that featherlight assault further down his chiseled chest, the sensation of her body sliding against his own with each downward gesture only further igniting that very potent desire that had begun to tug at him. With each inch further downwards, the want within him grew, producing an altogether visible outline within his undergarments as her touch trailed along his waist. Even Tetradore was hardly immune to those wants, nor did his mind fail to conjure those images of the young woman positioned between his legs with her lips focused upon a far different part of his physic. His vibrant emerald eyes met the golden glow of her own gaze as he watched her tongue slide along the bottom of her lip - how readily they were to so push that dance far beyond those tentative touches and seductive toying!

Deliberately, his hands reached down for her slender figure, drawing her back upwards and against the warmth of his chest. That very teasing so surely reaching its limit and, in turn, the Alpha so eagerly found himself yearning for more. With a peculiar amount of dexterity, his fingers trailed up her spine, moving with the same studious care on that pathway towards the clasp upon her back. Near effortlessly, his fingers toyed with the clip, letting that ebony undergarment near abruptly fall around her arms. How quickly that dainty piece of cloth was tossed amongst the fallen plethora of their already lost clothing! And yet, even so, it too was hardly enough as his hands trailed further downwards, brushing against the very heat of her caramel skin towards the lace hem of her underwear. That very touch seemed to prompt a near immediate reaction within Mira. Abruptly she rolled off of his figure, settling on her back beside him in that very position a distinctly instinctual part of him so desired her to be in. Tetradore shifted, easily raising up to his elbow only to watch keenly as her own fingers trailed along her figure. Her underwear slowly shifted down those long legs, only to be tossed upon the floor with a singular, poised flick of her foot. Oh, how she so invited him to take advantage of all she offered, her very body nothing short of utterly enticing.

It was the softness of her soprano voice alone that drew Tetradore's attention from the flesh that so tantalizingly called to him and yet, those very words upon his lips were hardly timid in any sense. He knew exactly what he desired, even if he was hardly as keen to take it as so many men might eagerly do. That very promise she offered was, perhaps, the very last glimpse of coaxing he required, the Were-King more than willing to explore the sincerity of that commitment. That want so clearly mirrored within the depths of her golden gaze as she reached out to run her hand down his chest. Her fingers knotted into the cotton fabric of his boxers, that gentle tug more than enough to coax his hips to shift as Tetradore so quickly gave in to her whims. That last piece of clothing so easily fell to the floor, freeing the length of the man in the process. That lustful desire was all too blatant upon his frame. His hands quickly found her hips, even despite that momentary glimpse of hesitance that prompted his gaze to linger tentatively upon her. It was only with that final glimpse of reassurance that Tetradore so confidently took up that very position that might allow them both to finally find some relief from that nearly palpable desire. Her leg's parted, giving Tetradore all the space necessary as he positioned himself just so. How eagerly she seemed to move against him, her mouth all but distracting him from his task as her lips pressed against his. The soft utterance of those three simple words, however, were the last she uttered before Tetradore provided her the very first of those thrusts, sliding himself into the very depths of her body.

The soft sound upon his lips was all too quiet, the man simply suppressing that groan as he had quite near trained himself to do over the plethora of years in which that intimacy was all but stolen from him. The Were-King was well aware, however, of the very fashion in which her breath so hitched, her body shifted against him if only to encourage that very depth they both so greatly desired. Tetradore could feel her fingertips trailing along his back as his hips shifted again, seeking to find that comfortable position within her. How quickly her very bodice seemed to press back, eager, even for all that he was able to give. It was only once the man was well assured that she was comfortable that he began to find some rhythm to the roll of his hips. How utterly glorious she felt! That feeling alone far greater than anything ever afforded to him before, if only for how blissfully free of that control that was so often wrangled from him. That very self-control he so often held was all too quickly threatened with each movement of his figure within her. Slowly, Tetradore shifted to his elbows, closing that very distance between their figures as his lips found hers all over again. That kiss was far more fleeting, his breath quickly becoming unsteady and yet, he found himself considering just how wonderful it all was. Perhaps, it might not be too awful to give into those very sensations that so assaulted his body. Perhaps, he could simply enjoy that very tightness to her figure when her legs wrapped around him ever just so, or the feeling of her fingers digging into his flesh when he hit just that right spot.

That soft moan left the Were-King's lips as one hand slowly trailed up her figure, this thumb near caressing her breast in some effort to further that pleasure she so drew from his figure. That very touch was nothing short of gentle, the very stark contrast from just how he had so been trained to be and yet, with Mira, he found himself almost learning that act of intimacy all over again. Despite that, however, Tetradore was all but...content to get lost within her, that satisfaction nothing short of calling to him and yet, he was all but determined to ensure she too found some relief from those fires of desire they had all but crafted between their magnetizing bodies.