Terrence was precisely the reason why Ella didn't mind being interrupted, in the least. Fuck if she wasn't perfectly content with exactly what happened when she was interrupted by him and right now was certainly no exception. Her hands went to his chest, fingers digging mercilessly into his skin, into his tattoo. Where she didn't leave half-moon indentations, she left broken skin, blood. She growled, moaning loudly at the same time, though her noises were muffled by the teeth in her lip, the mouth now against hers.
Fuck Valentine's Day, this was her every day life and she knew without any kind of doubt that she, by far, had the best life ever. And that was the reason she intended to show Terrence her appreciation for him with every bite, every scratch, every thrust of her hips upward as she tried to feel as much of him as she possibly could.
One leg hooked around his waist and moved up as she pressed her body firmly up against his. Her heel dug into his back just above the curve of his arse, undoubtedly leaving bruises beneath it. Kissing him back with unbridled ferocity, Ella's lungs burned from the lack of oxygen able to reach them but she was not breaking the kiss, wouldn't dream of it. She dragged her nails down his torso until she could slip her arms just around his middle to pull him tightly to her.
Ella never ceased in how much she wanted this man. Never tired of their days and their nights. She never wanted more than what he could offer her because Merlin knew he gave her everything that she could want, and that she could return. If their souls allowed them to live forever, she would be right here, doing this, the entire time until her body broke beyond repair. That was alright. She'd been planning on him being the only one allowed to break her from the moment she'd decided he was the only one worth keeping in her life.