Despite how cool she felt, Ella's desire for Terrence burned inside of her. She may not have had a conscious thought for the past few days, but she felt, now, like she hadn't touched him or smelled him or felt him in days and days was always far too long so far as she was concerned.
Her head fell back as his teeth found her neck and she could feel the ache for something in her very core. Her mouth fell open and closed again as a growling moan surfaced and her hand fell from his neck and to his chest to curl her fingers mercilessly into his skin through his shirt which was promptly torn away from him.
Ella pressed against him, fingers raking roughly down his sides, opening wounds and creating fresh ones with her nails. One hand lifted to his hair to pull his head back before her mouth crashed hungrily against his. There was nothing languid about her actions any more, just pure, raw hunger and desire and the need to make up for what she felt was lost time.