The way Terrence's blade cut at her skin and his teeth followed suit, the way he wanted her; it was the sexiest thing Ella could imagine. Honestly, who the fuck wanted chocolates and flowers when you could have this? She curled her fingers tightly into his hair, pulling him to her to kiss him roughly, tasting her blood on his tongue and pressing up against the blade of his knife until she could feel it breaking her skin. This was absolutely a good excuse to skip out on work early. The heat of the flames surrounding them was making her blood boil even as it trickled down along the cool silver of the blade.
The hand inside of his trousers slipped down to dig her fingers into the inside of this thigh as she sucked his lip in between her teeth, biting down until she tasted his blood mixing with her own. They were going to have to stay in bed for at least another day just to recuperate from the blood loss...preferably they'd be naked the whole time.
Pulling away from the kiss and the hold he had on her, Ella moved back downward, biting first at his neck and collarbone and then shifting to devour the skin pull taut over his chest, inked with her initial. And then she was biting at his cuts, reopening the wounds that were drying up and threatening to scab over.
She pulled her hand out of his trouser to hook her fingers under his waistband to tug his trousers down, hands slipping under his arse to scrape her nails over his skin. Once his trousers were discarded, tossed somewhere to be forgotten for the foreseeable future, Ella hovered near his hips, biting at his side before slipping downward to sink her teeth into his thigh where she'd already left red marks from her nails.