Ella was completely oblivious to the thought of breaking Terrence. Right now she wasn't even conscious to her own heightened strength or the quickness of her actions or the sharpened teeth digging into his lip. She didn't even think to question the ache the pounded inside of her as his lip bled and she caught a drop of his blood on her tongue. It drove her as mad as it had when she'd licked his blood from the underside of his chin--it was almost as heady as the feeling of Terrence pinning her back against the pole.
Oh, yes, she was his. There was never a question about that. Only he had the power to make her lose herself in a moment like this and give in to the pure animal instinct that pulsated between them. Her hands went to his trousers and got them unfastened and pushed them down off of him as she pressed forward against him. It didn't matter what her body went through, it would always, always react like this to him.
She was only vaguely aware that, as hard as she was kissing him, she had no trouble catching her breath. Her lungs didn't burn like they normally did and that bothered her, made her push harder into the kiss. If she couldn't feel it physically burning in every inch of of herself, she wasn't doing it right. Her hands went to his back as her legs came up around his middle pulling him always closer to her. His skin resisted and then broke beneath her nails and, Merlin, the smell of his blood was intoxicating to her, moreso than it ever had been. She couldn't get enough of him, didn't know how to try.