Gentle was a word that was rarely used to describe the Were-King. Within the Western world, Tetradore had crafted a reputation for himself, in the ring he was decisive and quick. In business, he was viewed as stoic and rough around the edges. His very presence was described as nothing short of unnerving within his enemies. There were distinctly few souls that saw through those multifaceted layers to see the noble soul tucked somewhere deep beneath those frigid walls. For Mira alone, at this moment alone, there was a distinct tenderness to every move he made, even with that hunger that had begun to so tightly grip him. It was distinctly....nice to have Mira's figure flush against him, her body pinned under him against the bed of the yacht, exactly where, he was surprised to find, he wanted her. How eagerly his hands explored that silken flesh of her figure, moving slowly downwards towards those jeans he wanted to be removed. Mira was all too keen to assist him, kicking off her shoes as he slid her pants down her long, slender legs. With those jeans gone, distinctly little remained from her petite figure and yet, her undergarments certainly caught his emerald eyes. That matching ebony material was nothing short of coaxing, even as her lips fell upon his all over again. He was aware of her fingers against his waistband, that warmth near radiating from her figure and yet, he hardly stopped her from pushing his jeans from his own hips.

Mira's figure was hardly content to remain there, beneath him, however. In a fluid movement she shoved him back against the bed, and tonight, he complied, falling back against those sheets as those words teasingly fell from her lips. His own answer was short and yet, she seemed to easily detect that sense of hesitance that lingered within him. That kiss she placed upon his lips was nothing short of questioning, the woman quite clearly noting that uncertainty that still lingered within his frame. With so many of his sexual encounters in the past near stolen or forced from him, he found himself fretting of the very importance of this being a choice for both of them. Slowly, however, Tetradore allowed his head to shift allowing the woman access to the vulnerable skin of his neck. This simple action was one he knew well the animal within her would understand - he was ready to offer her that unyielding trust, at least, for this singular moment. Her lips pressed with such sweetness against his flesh, that warmth altogether caressing his skin as she shifted downward in a lazy fashion, that pattern seemingly erratic as she moved down the expanse of his chiseled chest. His gaze never once left her figure as she drifted lower and lower, closer towards that very area he unexpectedly found himself desiring her attention.

That very want had certainly created a physical reaction within the man, one that was impossible not to notice and yet, she said nothing of it as those golden eyes peered up at him. A soft breath left his lips as Mira shifted away from him, and yet any relief from that teasing he might have found was distinctly short lived as she slid her figure against him, his body near immediately reacting to that touch of her flesh against his own. His hands reached up, slenderly running along her side, only to shift towards that piece of fabric that rested against her spine. His fingers deftly undid the clasp of her bra, yearning to feel more of her flesh against him. That piece of fabric loosened around her arms, slipping off just enough for Tetradore himself to toss it against the room in the same haphazard fashion most of their clothing had thus far been lost. His hands continued their trek down her figure, his fingers easily found the hem of that lacy fabric of her underwear, sliding along that elastic waistband before he too pushed them downward with distinct ease. Mira was certainly more then compliant, falling against the bed beside him as she slowly slid her undergarments the last bit of the way down, all too aware of his emerald eyes watching her every movement.

Although nudity in and of itself was hardly atypical for their species, much less the simple fact that he had seen her naked form before, there was a difference between this, here and now. That static that seemed to exist between them was palpable and yet..still Tetradore found himself hesitating. That small glint of mischievousness upon her fair features, however, caused his eyebrow to rise. The soft breathless sound to her voice, however, was no less alluring as her Spanish provided him with a simple invitation, one he was surprised to discover he near immediately had an answer to - despite how entirely...typical it was as both an Alpha and as a man. "You." That word was uttered simply, certainly before he continued genuinely, "As mine...at least...for tonight..." Perhaps it was that very past beneath his mistress' hand, or those nearly non-existent positive intimate, physical relationships he had held, but Tetradore had only considered the possibility of what was surely moments from occuring for but one singular evening. Her hand shifted to his chest, her other tugging at his own boxers as Mira so muttered she desired to see them removed too. For a moment he watched her, considering, before his hips shifted, clearly raising to assist her in that very process.

For all of Tetradore's own fears, for all his insecurities and troubles, Mira had made the most important thing strikingly clear - she wanted this. And so did he. He was all too quick to assist her in tossing those boxers to the floor, surely revealing, at that moment, the extent of readiness she had so prompted within him. Foreplay had, admittedly, never been Tetradore's forte. His encounters with Risque had certainly include their fair share befores and yet, none of which had been incredibly arousing, much less wanted. Samantha had relished off of those emotions to prepare her over those physical touches and yet, thankfully, that teasing dance of undressing had done it's own fair share to coax the man's desires to life. His hands were all too quick to find Mira's waist as he tossed her easily, though with still some measure of care, back against that bed. There was a small, vague hint of satisfaction to his features, to see her there for the taking as he leaned over her, positioning himself between her legs. For a moment, as those emerald eyes looked down upon the hispanic woman, he had considered asking her if she was certain and yet...surely she had said so in enough ways, hadn't she? He shook his head at his own internal thoughts, chasing them away for now as he leaned down to press his lips against her own in a far more feverish kiss, his hips rolling forward and into her in that same fluid moment.