We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

It was too easy it was to get lost in him, every movement of his body was like an answer to an innermost craving. That first thrust within her was carefully controlled, but that easy movement caused her breath to hitch. That feel of him was indescribable. How readily she seemed to adjust to that new sensation of him, how right it could feel. She was already ready for him, but there was something enticing the way he pauses for that moment, as though he took care of her body before daring to continue. She could hardly help that anticipation, that eagerness to feel his body move within her own was enough to incite a crawling sensation along her skin as it rose in the form of goosebumps along the surface of her arms. How luxurious it felt, how he felt. Everything he did seemed so seamless, every shift of his hips as he completely lost himself with in her. With them, in that moment, they seemed almost choreographed. As though they had danced this very dance with each other before instead of exploring each other for the first time. What a silly thought that it was and yet there was no other way to describe it. How those very sensation sends her heartbeat to respond like the rest of her body that he seems to play with expert precision. Lost within each other, their passionate kiss deepening as their tongues so delved into that exploration of one another, that gentle moan all but lost within his mouth then.

That friction of those two bodies entwined, with each purposeful of pressing flesh, like they savored in one another. How entirely consuming it was, that steady building they created in the wake of the stimulating press of their heated bodies. She couldn't help but notice how strangely quiet he was, as though he held himself back. She hardly knew it was possible to be controlled in that moment when she hardly felt that same restraint. Yet as much as she is curious of it, it hardly lingers within her mind long as she is lost entirely in that sensation. Those very movements near instinctual, that guiding shift of her hips that sensation nearly took her damn breath away. How she tightens around him, that silence he so carefully crafted broken as that satisfying sound escapes him. How she relished in it. She bit her own lip, peering up at him with that mischievous look. It was distinctly sexy the way those vibrant emerald eyes seem to watch her, drinking her in as she did him. That very action seems to prompt his wandering hands, toying with her exposed breasts that were free for his taking. Hell, she was willing in those moments to get swept in it all, to accept whatever he seemed to offer her in that moment. Even though he is gentle, he moves with a certain fluent confidence. She tilted her chin away and upward, giving a clear view of that long neck. That very animal in her offering that complete submission to him and him alone. Never before had she offered that to any man. That vulnerability seemed all but natural and she hardly fights it. Giving into her own bodies desires and coaxing him all the same. How she wanted his lips and skin everywhere all at once, it was hardly a sensical thing and yet her body seemed to demand it all the same.

Mira hardly knew where he ended and she began as that steady pace continues. How she enjoyed every minute of the hungry press of their bodies as they ignite that ever-growing flame. That feel of being pressed into the sheets at her back as he shifted so his solid arms all but cradled her feminine form. How her heart beat fluttered in her chest like it were a separate entity from her entirely that could break free without a moments notice.

With every passionate thrust of Tetradore's hips began to ring true with near perfect clarity, her own body instinctually moving to accept as much she possibly could of all of him. Her back arches suddenly in a fit of passion that catches her by surprise, those feverish kisses upon her neck and that increased pace of his hips has her near completely tumbling off a ledge she hadn't known she was nearing. She could feel his body react in turn as his own closeness to complete ecstasy threatens to claim them both. The feel of his lips and affectionate toying of his teeth then seemed to resonate right to her very core.

Her own breath came in shortened pants as those noises of distinct pleasure escape her, entangled with his own escaped groans. She shifted her hips just so and that perfectly timed press into her has her coming unglue at the seams, how her mind could hardly think of a comprehensive thought at that moment. She was swimming in her own head, their bodies linked in perfect unison as that impending wave washes over her then. That rapture bursts in more intensity than she had ever experienced before. How that she-wolf cannot help the way her body writhes against him, that pulsing of her body mirrored by Tetradore's skilled movements as she tightly wrapped around him. In an effort to hang on, she grasps at him as if he is the only thing keeping her from getting swept into oblivion. How that lava reacts to him, pressing against her skin as though it too reached for him. Words threaten to escape her but they couldn't even form upon those parted lips. A sound more akin to a whimper slips out. Her fingertips dig into his back, careful not to embed her nails into his flesh even as she swore she could rise off that bed.

She presses her lips in inexplicable fervor into his shoulder, her cries of pleasure uttered into his caramel flesh. How intense it all felt, she knew he was close as his carefully controlled movements became less than so, that pace far more fevered. How she seemed to welcome it as she lifts her hips again urging him as she rode that high. It was like her body seems to plead for him to come undone with her, to ride that exultation in unison. How Mira could have lived in that moment forever. For an echo of an instant she felt she could, those brilliant glowing golden eyes peer up at him as that exhale escapes her. This was perfection she thought, never obtaining this level of this freedom, not in this lifetime. How she could hardly help that smile that tugged upon the corners of her lips, that expression alight as she peers up at him with a near expectant look.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS