It was distinctly rare for the Western Alpha to so indulge in those more intimate activities. Few very of his experiences had proven to be truly pleasurable, the man having felt the wide array of the perverse at his own misfortune. His every movement was so meticulously controlled, even as his hips so rolled tantalizingly against her own, allowing Tetradore to so slide into the very depths of her feminine physique. It was undeniably satisfying, the feelings of her body so embracing the very length of him and yet, he was hardly one to lose himself to the sway of those desires. For a single breathless moment, Tetradore paused, ensuring Mira's own comfort before he found that steady pace, pushing himself within her with such distinct assuredness. His lips upon her own seemed all the more distracting at that very moment, her tongue brushing against his in an inquisitive exploration of his mouth before her moan was so lost upon his own lips. He was unable to deny his own overwhelming desire to take all she had to offer, his hand gripping upon her waist in some feverish desire to find himself deeper within her with each thrust of his hips. That kiss was broken as that need so continued to build and yet, for the moment, Tetradore hardly joined her in that symphony of sounds, the man so distinctly quiet beyond those heavy breaths that so assaulted him from that physical exertion. He had, admittedly, near trained himself to that silence, refusing to give his vampiric mistress those groans of pleasure. How that very denial was its own form of rebellion when she took so much from him! And yet, now, it was little more than mere habit.

He was well aware of the shift of her hips, the woman so shifting to find that very spot she so desired him. That very spot, once found, so seemed to take her breath away, her whole body so reacting in kind as she tightened so blissfully around him so prompting an almost soft groan from his own lips even despite his efforts. His own body shifted ever so slightly, Tetradore putting far more of his weight upon his right arm as his left so tenderly slid down her figure, fondling her breasts in an effort to so bring the woman closer towards that proverbial edge of satisfaction. Tetradore was all too aware of the way her chin tilted, exposing the slender, soft slope of her sweet neck. That very action was so distinctly animalistic, the Alpha well aware of it's unspoken meaning. There was something distinctly vulnerable to be naked on her back with her throat so exposed to him - that dominant side of the man so relishing in all she gave him, if only for the simple fact that it had never before been offered in such a manner like this. A part of him, admittedly, so needed this far more than he suspected she might ever realize. Slowly, and with every effort made to keep the steady pace of his hips so thrusting against her, Tetradore shifted down to his elbow, his lips so tenderly pressing against her neck, affording her every glimpse of that tender affection as he traced a trail originating from her collarbone and moving steadily upwards.

Tetradore was well aware of how her fingers so pressed into his the skin of his back, her body moving in time with his own, so granting the Were-King that very depth that he so desperately found himself desiring. His hand moved away from that gentle teasing he once beset her to, his fingers entangling within those sheets as his hips moved ever more firmly within her, that once fastidious control he so displayed quickly becoming undone with both the sensation of the woman around him when so coupled with that complete submission she so offered him - that gesture alone so distinctly arousing in the very heat of that moment. A near glistening sheen of sweat so seemed to cover their bodies at that increased friction, the Were-King's breath so distinctly unsteady with each passing moment. Aiden was entirely caught off guard by that sudden arch of her back, her caramel skin so pressing into the solid plains of his own chest and yet, how wonderful that very feeling so was! His hand shifted once again, settling upon her him in some effort to somehow increase her very closeness to him, to provide him with that leverage he desired as his hips so feverishly increased that very pace. How the very sounds of her own moans so prompted those breathless groans from the Western Monarch in turn.

He could feel it near instantly as she neared that very moment of pleasure. Her whole figure seemed to so tighten around him, her legs wrapping around his hips in the process. Aiden was so distinctly aware of how she seemed to shudder within his grasp, the kneading of her hands into his back so encouraging the roll of his own hips as he moved deeper within him. That very heat so seemed to radiate from her very skin and yet, as his striking emerald eyes swept down her figure, the man hardly seemed terribly concerned. He was far too focused upon fighting that release that so wanted to be had with those very sensations she so assaulted him with to fret over the lava that seemed to swirl beneath her flesh. That whimper that left her lips hardly went ignored, the very sound so answered with a near breathless groan from the Alpha as her fingers dug further into his flesh. He was well aware of her lips pressing against his shoulder, those sounds upon her lips all the more audible as she so became lost to that very pentacle of pleasure. That shift of her hips so frantically against him so threatened to undo him, her own name all but moaned upon his lips, as if warning her of just how close she was to undoing him. Briefly, those near glowing golden irises looked up at him, that almost expectant, mischievous glimpse to her features so informing the man of just how ready for him she so was. That glimpse all that was truly necessary, in that singular moment to so finally give the Were-King that simple permission for that release - and how quickly he so found it!

A few further firm thrusts were all that were required to so see the man come undone, those groans altogether audible upon his lips as he so filled her in those moments, his grip upon her hip tightening with each of those final roll of his hips. God how blessedly wonderful it so felt - to find himself so intensely satisfied without that venom running through his system, without his body and emotions so controlled as if he was a mere puppet upon strings. For several moments he remained leaning over her, attempting to regain his breath before he slowly withdrew from her figure. Aiden all but fell back against the comforter beside her, his chest rising and falling as his emerald irises stared up at the ceiling. Admittedly, Tetradore never anticipated his night might end like this. He never thought he'd find a woman again that he had any interest in so taking as his own in such a fashion and yet, now that he had, a small, almost hopeful part of him found himself almost considering this lasting longer than just one night, even if he knew just how much of an impossibility it would certainly be. Still, for tonight, he hardly allowed himself to linger upon Risque and his fate any further, his gaze fluttering towards the woman at his side with a small ghost of a simper upon his lips and yet, at that moment, no words surely needed to be voiced when their bodies had so said it all.