Ella's breathing was heavy and she felt like perhaps she had already been struck by lightning. If this is what it felt like, she wanted to hang out in storms every chance she got. Now she was able to touch Terrence, feel him entirely. She could taste herself on his mouth as she ran her tongue over his bottom lip before catching it between her teeth, reciprocating the damning action he'd done to her earlier. Fuck, this was brilliant.
Her legs wrapped around him as her hips instinctively bucked to meet his rhythm and her nails raked down his back and just slightly over the curve of his arse. Both of them were dripping with rainwater and she couldn't help but think that Terrence looked even sexier than usual. He was always gorgeous, but, right now, he was a god. A god who could bring down the thunder and lightning with each of his thrusts. She felt every bruise, every laceration and everything culminated into one fantastic sensation. It was electrifying, so to speak.
She let out a tumultuous moan as she pulled away from him and sank her teeth into the skin over his collarbone. His skin resisted but eventually gave way to the pressure she applied and her eyes rolled back at the taste of his coppery blood on her tongue. He was intoxicating in every sense of the word.