Terrence had definitely thought about this while she was gone, had missed shagging her and falling asleep wrapped around her afterward, but he hadn't really missed her until right now. Now it was an ache deep inside him, a burning need to be close to her again, to have all of her. Now he was all too aware of the fact that his skin hadn't been broken by her teeth and nails in what seemed like ages, long enough for it to heal, and that the same was true for her. His fingers curled hard and raked down her skin, breaking open the partially-healed marks he'd left on her before. At least it hadn't been long enough that he'd forgotten where they'd been.
He kissed her like he was trying to devour her, like he was a dying man stuck in the desert and she was the rain to quench his thirst. He'd warned her, at least, that she wouldn't be sleeping much the night she got home, and he'd be damned if he didn't make that come true. They had time to make up for, which was just as well, because he wasn't in the mood to savor her return right now.
Leaving his clothes mostly undone had been a very good idea, because all he needed to do was shove at his trousers to make them fall to the ground, and he left her to take care of his shirt and jacket if she wanted - there wasn't much work to be done there. His answering growl rumbled in his chest and came out muffled against her mouth as he dug his fingertips into her thighs and buried himself deep inside her. His hips ground against hers as his hands moved over her, reclaiming every inch of her body, wanting, possessive, his kiss sloppy and full of teeth as he gasped for breath.