God, Terrence loved her hunger for him, a mirror of his own. Her growl echoed exactly what he felt, exactly what he was conveying with his body pressing against hers, would be putting into his touch as soon as he got the tie undone and his hands began exploring her body.
Just as he thought that, the silk came loose in his fingers, and he lifted his hands to tie it around her eyes, not even breaking the kiss. It wasn't intended to subdue her in the least; interestingly enough, the majority of his ideas for the use of the tie hadn't involved binding either of their hands or body. The point of the blindfold was only to make Ella feel everything he did more keenly because she couldn't see it coming, and he fully expected her to repay the intensity in kind.
Now that his hands were free, the first thing he did was lift her, just as aggressively as she was grabbing him, cover the distance to the desk in a few long strides, and lay her down on top of it. His mouth immediately latched hard onto her neck, undoing the buttons of her suit and shirt to lay claim the bare skin beneath with his hands.