Despite the desire that coiled within the Were-King and the fire that caressed upon his skin at the touch of her fingertips, Tetradore was all but hesitance to take that bewitching dance even further. How he longed to feel her flesh against his own in a manner that was almost peculiar to him, and in turn that lustful look within her eyes seemed to suggest her own wanton needs. He was so strikingly used to having such physical desires all but taken from him to the point that he almost found himself innately denying that which he had led himself into if only to see if he could. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as Mira's figure suddenly shifted, her body all but fluid, as she reached to peel that shirt from her caramel flesh, revealing the lingerie that was fastened around her figure. His emerald eyes all but swept over her bountiful breasts and yet he made no effort to remove that lacy black material. Although he had certainly seen the full extent of Mira once before, there was a different sort of pretext now that she positioned in front of him with his hands upon her waist. His lips all too eagerly met hers all over again, the man well aware of the warmth of her touch against the fabric of his shirt. What he was unaware of, however, was the hole her affinity had singed into the material, until the distinct scent of it toyed with his nose.

His own gaze turned downwards, quite mimicking Mira's own as he took note of his ruined shirt. Tetradore was hardly perturbed by it, however, that rich, rare chuckle leaving his lips at Mira's sly efforts to downplay the very damage she had done. That very sound seemed infectious, prompting a feminine and yet, nevertheless, distinctly sensuous all the same. God, the very way she bit her lip tempted him to press his lips against hers all over again and yet, it was her declaration that such clothing got in the way that finally spurred the man to reach for the hem of his own shirt. The Alpha all but peeled it from his flesh, revealing the chiseled figure beneath as he discarded it on the floor, no longer interested within it in the slightest. He was inattentive, truly, to the way her gaze hungrily seemed to linger upon his skin and defined abdomen. That very lustful look was almost such a norm that it hardly registered to the man when compared to the mischievousness that touched the depth of her burning irises. Tetradore so effortlessly reached out, pulling her feminine figure against his solid form. Her body seemed to all but melt against him as Tetradore shifted, pulling her upwards and over to position the woman against the comforter of the bed and, in the process, finally taking some further initiative to lead that very encounter. For the moment, he found himself pressing aside those fears and worries - that connection he so held with Mira herself, as her Alpha, brought him a certainty that he'd never had before. It was the unwavering awareness that those feelings were, unquestionably, his alone. If only she knew how important that was to him.

There was a part of the man that so naturally found a sort of comfort in having the woman beneath him, in that distinct position of dominance - if only for all that had been stolen from him over the years. Even so, the Were-King was gentle all the same as his hands moved down her sides towards her waist. His fingers trailed along the hem of her jeans till they touched the metal button, only to work deftly to undo that material. Slowly, he assisted in sliding her jeans down those beautiful long legs, each one slowly pulled from the tight material as it slowly moved further and further down. His gaze briefly danced over the matching ebony underwear he was presented with - that final piece of clothing all that stood in the way of Tetradore enjoying the very depths of the woman, ignoring his own jeans. Even so, for few steps forward the Alpha too, so too did he take one back. He hardly made a movement towards those few pieces of fabric that remained. On the contrary, his lips once again pressed against her own, letting her body mold against his as their flesh brushed against one another, the very warmth all but electrifying. He could feel her fingers slowly dancing with distinct warmth down his skin, feeling those well-defined muscles as she explored his physic. His own fingers were, perhaps distractedly, working at the button of his jeans, though Tetradore was hardly as efficient as he had been with her's.

Mira's fingers were all too quick to assist as her hands pulled his own jeans lower, quite near sending them to floor with one quick motion. Tetradore's own feet were keen to wrestle with his own shoes whilst the woman nipped playfully at his lip, that smirk present upon her sweetheart lips. His eyebrow rose at that near pleased glimpse to her features and yet, Tetradore most certainly couldn't argue. "Much." He agreed, his jeans and shoes all but left on the floor as Mira's leg suddenly wrapped around him. He hardly fought her as she rose from the comforter, her back arching in such a way as to bring her body flush with his. It took Tetradore a moment to understand her desire before the man gave way, letting his own figure fall slowly against the bed only to gift Mira that shift in position. His emerald eyes watched her with a hint of inquisitive weariness as she straddled him, continuing her sentence without missing the slightest of beats. He allowed her to lean downwards, her lips pressing so gingerly against his own and yet the heat that radiated from her figure was both so papable and yet....peculiarly comfortable. His head tilted ever so slightly away from her as her lips moved towards his jawline, allowing the woman access to that all too vulnerable neck. That trust he had in her surely shining through to fight those animalistic instincts and yet - for her, he was willing to allow those intimate kisses.

He felt her lips move towards his shoulder, only to shift further down his well-defined chest. Tetradore shifted ever so slightly, propping himself up on his elbows to keep those emerald eyes upon her as Mira moved with such delicate care own the hardened plains of his abdomen and closer towards the very edge of his boxers. His gaze lingered upon the woman as she continued to kiss along those undergarments, Tetradore unable to deny that, at that moment, he found himself desiring her lips to drift even lower still. For all the man's own weariness, his physic was all too eager to respond to those salacious kisses, prompting the very beginning of a sort of readiness within him, the very kind of sort that surely would have gone noticed by the woman as she pressed her lips amongst the band of his boxers. She hardly lingered for much longer, however, before her slender figure slid upwards along the length of his body, shifting back upwards. He knew well she was teasing him, coaxing to life that fire whilst making every effort to wait for him to make those final moves. It was a delicate dance and Mira was navigating the choppy waters of his sexuality with such distinct ease. His fingers reached around her petite figure, fiddling with the clasp of her bra before undoing it, letting the material fall against him before it too was tossed to the side. His hands moved down her figure, sliding that lacy underwear down with his fingers. There was no denying any longer that Mira wanted him, much less that he greatly desired to explore the very depths of the woman. His own hands drifted towards his boxers, fully intending to remove that final piece of clothing and move that tango from foreplay to something else entirely.