We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

How that very evening served to be nothing short of exhilarating, that explosive night had served to ignite such a powerful spark within her. Even despite the woman had appeared to defeat some of the very demons of her past it was exactly what she needed. They would not bother her here, not ever again. There was something liberating about that as that fiery wreckage of the ship and their adversaries still probably burned out upon that lake. That shipwreck hardly upon her mind now though, her mind whole consumed with the two of them. That very line they had tread up until this very point had been crossed and she could not deny that she wanted this even despite how unanticipated it truly was.

What a delicate balance was sought to be found between the pair, while she acquainted herself with his very body, to commit every curve to memory. Exploring the very facets of Tetradore that others so rarely saw. Perhaps there had always been a curiosity of him from the day they met, drawn in further by those rare glimpses beneath the protected surface of her western king. However rare and fleeting those moments were, she had found herself looking forward to them. It was an underlying unspoken drawn lure, surely, he felt it too, that unspoken chemistry toying between them long enough. How very different he was to any other man she had ever known, how so many questions whirl about the very confines within her mind content to have the revealed to her in time. How easy it was to let those queries be put to bed for now, lost in a current of adrenaline, desire, and exploration. It was easy to live in the moment, to focus on the man currently above her, lost in a vast ocean of warmth and skin.

Yet even despite not knowing where his desires lay, there was no question now. What was even more surprising was just how tender those touches truly were, it ignites her like a direct line to her own desire, his kisses were addictive. Yet even despite the hunger that rose in them both she relished within it, yields into it as his hands glide across her form. Ridding themselves of those clothes, their undress was an exciting teasing dance of their own making.

It was then, that she could hardly help herself as she hooks her leg behind him to flip him on his back now. She wanted to explore, and she could hardly do what she wanted on her back now could she. Was it so bad to want to tease him to life to wonder what her body could coax from him? But what she hardly anticipated was how he hesitates, she could feel it in his body however subtle as it was, feel it in that action that had once been so filled with such purpose. Mira pauses, pulling away from him just enough to press a questioning kiss to his lips, this game was only fun if both of them were invested. She couldn't help but wonder of the thoughts that plagued him then, how she yearned to ask him about them but his head shifts, that intensely vulnerable invitation has her gaze was drawn to his exposed neck. To a human this would hardly have the same effect, but to the she-wolf it had meant far more than anyone could realize. For a brief moment she continues to pause, surprise lingering within her, flashing within those smoldering golden eyes. She hardly expected for him to expose and offer such a susceptible position to her. How she hardly expected that level of trust from her alpha and yet how much it truly meant to her. She slowly allows her lips to pepper hot kisses upon his cheek, then along that jawline meeting that neck, without merely going for that exposed neck so soon. No, she took such care, keeping those heated kisses like trailing soft feather tips on skin. She drew in a breath, intimately drawing his scent before stealing but a taste of his skin where his neck met his collarbone, a perfect little niche that seemed made just for her.

Those kisses begin to trail along his exposed chest, wishing to stoke his inner flame so they could burn together, to pull forth that confirmation of his desire for her. How she yearned to see no hesitation, to feel his hands gripping her body tightly lost to the passion they forged, how she wanted to see it mirrored in his alluring eyes. She took care to explore as much as she could, allowing her lips to fall where they wished to on their own accord, her mocha hued hair spilling across his torso, those strands seem tease the flesh in which her molten kiss trail did not. How easily it would have been to allow her lips to wander further, to taste him, to pull down those boxes in an anticipation that seems to mirror his own. It seemed to only tease her further, especially as his want seemed to clear that he could no longer hide it. That hesitation seemed to dissipate from his body at least for now.

From down at his hips, she peered up at him with her near glowing golden eyes, that lava seemed to shift within those very irises. There was a knowing smirk that danced upon her lips, her tongue sliding along her bottom hip as if savoring the taste of his skin, enjoying his scent across her golden skin. The she-wolf yearned for a taste, an anticipatory exhale escaping him as she slides along him, purposely teasing to see how much of that sensation he could take before that resolve seemed to fade. It only seemed to bait her too, her control far less composed than Tetrdaore's and yet she relishes in those moments, content to merely take their time. His hands on her skin felt like tender poetry as they reach to remove one of the last remaining garments that clung to her body, the fabric felt agitating against her skin. It felt luxurious to be free, wearing nothing but caresses and his scent. Her ebony hued bra joined the rest of their scattered clothing strewn across in a disarray around that very room like they were nothing more than a past hindrance. Those very thoughts hardly flood her mind then as his hands trail downward to her underwear. It was clear that the time for clothing and teasing was coming to a close, that steady buildup leading to that very moment. How she seemed to anticipate it, to let that last bit of their resolve to fade away. She rolls away so she ended up upon her back, the cool plush of the bed embracing her but not too far away. No, they had only just begun. Removing those panties was much easier this way but she nearly puts on a show of, allowing her own fingers to trail across her eager skin. She is so very aware of his eyes on her in those moment and she savours it. His eyes only for her offered her a certainly smugness she seemed to readily seize. With a flick of her foot she sends that lacy material out into the dimly lit room. Ever the teasing flirt tonight it would seem.

Mira felt quite comfortable within her own skin, shyness of her own nudity was of the first things to flee her since embracing her animal side. However, in those tender moments it somehow felt more revealing, vulnerable even. Like their bodies were not mere flesh but something to be yearned for. That static seems to crackle like a change in the atmosphere around them in profound anticipation. She peers at him with a mischievous glint in her eye, her coaxing words serve as an invitation as well as that consent to give into each other. His words seemed to satisfy that inner she-wolf, relishing in that answer and its promptness like he knew exactly what he wanted. His words seem to caress some deeper carnal yearning within her. How that inner wolf seemed to enjoy that very notion and how very little she seemed to worry that this might only be temporary fling, her mind so fixed on the hear and now rather than the details of what this could entail. "Esta noche seré tuya." 'Tonight, I'll be yours'. That Spanish easily forms upon her tongue, those inflections still evident within her accented murmur. No hesitation existed within them, only the confidence between within them, her golden eyes seem to express that very truth in those words. All she wanted in that very moment was the feel of his hands on her skin again.

Mira allows her hand to dance along his chest trailing downwards, tugging at his boxers to remove them from his form, clearly showing him her intention to not wait any longer. That mutual eagerness to rid himself of his own clothes, freeing himself in the process. How her thoughts were hardly as conflicted as his own. His, yet for a few breaths of a moment he seems to search her face with the weight of those dazzling emerald eyes, as if looking for the hesitation within her. Her hand reaching for him then, fingertips dancing upon his flesh reassuring and yet once again closing the distance between them.

His hands are quickly at her hips then to have her flipped onto her back, that bed was certainly large enough to utilize that space. How unanticipated but welcomed it was, he hardly waited before he is on top of her. A smile crosses her lips, her legs parting instinctively to allow him to find that intimate embrace once more. One slender leg wrapped around him as their lips met in a near hungry kisses, how her mouth parts for him. She pulls away just barely, enough to utter the words. "I want you." A hot whispering breath against his waiting lips. He easily obliges her, with a sudden press of his hips he was within her, that very movement seemed to possess all of her as her breathing hitches her body instinctively meeting his. Her hands dance along the muscular curvature of his back, she arches her back, pressing into him so she could take as much as their bodies would allow.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS