Tetradore was nothing if not utterly decisive in all that he did, even despite that frequent glimpses of reassurance that he so required from the young woman beneath him that this was what she desired. For all the man's distinct sexual appeal, his own experiences within the bedroom often left him merely avoiding such intimacy altogether. Tonight was the first time in a particularly long time in which the Were-King was so engaging in such activities of his own volition. Mira, after all, was so exceptionally skilled in coaxing to life that very flame of desire within him, bringing that want to the surface in fashion no other woman had successfully done. There was a certain sort of confidence within him as his hands settled upon her hips, the man gentle, if not purposeful as he tossed her onto her back against the cool embrace of those bedsheets. His own form slid against hers as Tetradore all but leaned over her, settling comfortably between her legs in that very manner that might allow him to so explore the very depths of her figure. His lips brushed against hers, those kisses nothing if not heated, as Tetradore reached down to position himself ever just so. How keenly aware she seemed of that momentary hesitance! She pulled away ever so slightly, just enough for those breathy words to so whisper that very want against his caramel flesh - those final words all he truly required.

His movements were nothing short of fluid as the man pushed himself within her, that very gesture prompting an altogether muted sound upon his lips, even as his attention turned near immediately towards the woman beneath him in an effort to ensure her very comfort. He gave her a moment to adjust to that new sensation, even if it was a strikingly difficult thing to remain still with her slender bodice so enveloping him. She hardly seemed to require it, however, as her slender legs so wrapped around him and all too eagerly Tetradore allowed his hips to roll against her, enveloping himself further within the very depths of her. Mira seemed so eager to match that rhythm, so fully giving over that very control to the Were-King in that very fashion he so found himself nearly relishing within. How utterly attuned he so was to her within that singular moment, to the very way her breath seemed to waver with each thrust of his hips, to the way her heart beat against her chest as she arched her back upwards to press her flesh against the hard planes of his chest. His mouth pressed against hers all over again and yet, maintaining the simple fervor of those kisses was quickly becoming difficult as Tetradore found that all too satisfying friction between their bodies. His own breath so quickly seemed to become uneven and yet, the Alpha was almost eerily quiet aside from that simple sound of his breath.

Aiden was all too aware of her fingers trailing along his back, her fingers near digging into his flesh and yet, she seemed so careful to keep those nails from scratching at his skin. Her other hand trailed down his arm, those muscles so surely on display as he so lifted himself over her, his pace hardly wavering - that endurance well trained within the man, as much so as that quietness. He could feel her shifting beneath him, the woman's position so changing only to effortlessly guide him to a very place that seemed to prompt a near immediate reaction from her. How he felt her fingers pressing into her skin, that sound of pleasure so accompanied with that distinct tightening of her figure around her, prompting that soft groan from Aiden's own lips. God, how utterly enticing she looked, with those teeth nibbling upon her bottom lip, the woman nothing short of kissable in every fashion and yet, for tonight, she was his to take in whatever manner he saw fit. He lowered himself ever so slightly, shifting to one forearm if only to leave one hand free to trail up her flawless figure, only to caress the sensitive skin of her breast. She could feel him near pressing into his touch an eagerly the man rewarded her wanting physic with that near teasing fondling. He watched as that soft gasp left her lips, her own head tilting back to display the tantalizing slope of her own neck - the animal within him all too aware of that glimpse of vulnerability just as he was equally as keen afford it his attention.

That slick sheen of sweat already covered his figure with each rolling thrust of his hips and yet, Tetradore could hardly deny just how utterly wonderful it so felt, even if a part of him kept near anticipating that brush of his mistress' affinity, somehow. It was hardly logical and, in turn, Aiden was almost eager to distract himself from such a thought, particularly as he found himself creeping ever closer towards that very brink of satisfaction. He shifted, his hand once again finding that bed if only for the increased pace it so allowed him as he leaned down to run his lips down the very length of her neck. Tetradore paused at the very base of her collar bone, his teeth nibbling ever so slightly on her flesh in a small glimpse of affection and yet, those gestures were short-lived, the very building of that closeness so requiring his attention and yet, Aiden all but refused to find that satisfaction his body so desperately sought without first ensuring he so pleased the woman beneath him. Softly, those very moans left the man's lips, his own breath hot against her skin. In the very throws of that passion and so dancing upon the edge of that blissful satisfaction, he found himself incapable of swallowing those groans - not when Mira's embrace had so far proven to be nothing short of distinctly safe.