It was never unusual for either Ella or Terrence to be covered in any number of wounds, even if the ones he currently possessed were worse than usual. She also never really thought of either of them was anything less than invincible. Of course, she had died, but she wasn't making that connection at the moment because shagging Terrence usually rendered her thoughts incomprehensible.
Whether it was because her body knew it had not had him for days or because of her newly heightened senses, it seemed like not nearly enough time at all before Terrence had sent her to the edge. Of course, that was probably good for him considering his injuries.
Her face buried against his neck as she began to fall apart, her fingers clawing deeper into his back as she struggled to find something else to go along with the immense satisfaction that came with her release. And then, before she knew what she was doing, she had pulled back just slightly, bared her fangs and plunged them into the tanned skin pulled taut over his neck. His blood was the absolute best thing she had ever tasted and the way it satiated her paired with the feeling of her release and his hands and mouth and teeth on her made this the single best orgasm she had ever experienced, excepting the one time immediately following the creation of their horcruxes.
She at least had half a mind to pull back from him, even her primal instincts didn't want to temporarily kill him. A string of expletives in Bulgarian fell from her mouth just as a trickle of blood dripped from the corner. Merlin, this was even better than just feeling alive.