Terrence had no heightened senses, but the new strength in her body, in the way she ripped at his skin, and the way she seemed to react to him even more than usual, made it more intense for him as well. And it was heady, the feeling of his muscles running solely on adrenaline and desire instead of their own strength, since that was decreasing by the second. It all went to his head.
And then, fuck, her teeth were sinking deeper into his neck than ever before, sending a new surge of pleasure-pain through his entire body. He ripped her skin with his teeth as his head fell to the side with a groan, tasting her blood on his tongue as well, and his fingers broke the skin over her ribs as his entire body shuddered violently against hers.
He had a few moments of strength left in him, before it sank in that the weakness in his body was not only due to the golden feeling of having just been shagged entirely senseless. He felt all of it, then: every curse and hex that had hit him (that he'd allowed to hit, more accurately), every puncture and scratch of the jaguar's claws, the ache in his spine and his fractured ribs, the pain in the back of his head, the light-headed feeling of having lost too much blood. It still didn't worry him, but he didn't trust himself to move; not that he particularly wanted to, anyway.
"You should probably get me to a healer," he said with a tired, satisfied chuckle, muffled against her neck, even as one of his hands ran up her side, from her hip to cup her breast, and his head turned to lick the wound he'd made in her neck. "Unless you've got some new healing powers along with those new fangs, that is."