"Ohh, no you don--nngh" she started to protest as he made his toward her, but it was in vain as the statement had been cut off by his teeth sinking into her neck. Her eyes rolled back as she let it happen, his mouth moving to hers before she returned the kiss fervently. Still she did not release her death grip on the sofa, merely wrapped her legs tightly around his middle to pull him to her. She was fighting a losing battle, but she'd try her best to distract him enough to get him to stay right here on the sofa.
But, no, Terrence was fighting dirty. As he tugged on her bottom lip, he elicited a growling groan from between her lips. Fuck, she'd lost; or won, she couldn't really tell at that point.
She half-released the sofa as one hand wrapped around his back before she dragged her nails securely down it, feeling his skin giving way beneath her nails. The other hang still clung tightly to the cushions, the cushion being pulled up and away as he lifted her. Pulling away from his mouth, she growled again. "Fuck you," she hissed, moving to nip not-so-lightly at his earlobe, "I'm going to kill you." Her teeth scraped down his neck as her fingers dug mercilessly into his back.