Terrence had never been vain or squeamish, and he would have only minded cuts and bruises and scrapes on his body if it had reduced her attraction to him. But she was the one who made nearly all of them, and he would never complain about anything she did to him. Everything, everything that he was belonged to her, from the skin and blood and hands and teeth that touched her to the parts of him that she couldn't see, the heart beating in his ears and the marrow of his bones and his intangible soul, part of which was resting in her body. Except resting was the wrong word, because it wanted her just as ferociously as he did, and he hoped that it was suffusing, sinking into each atom of her body in a way that he, physically, could not.
That didn't stop him from trying, though. He growled and groaned at the feeling of her hands, of her feet, of all of her around him, as he did his damnedest to meld them into one person with every thrust, as his hands and mouth claimed every inch of her that he could. And he gave as much of himself in return as he took from her, devouring her mouth and simultaneously letting her have the breath in his lungs. She made him feel alive, she had made him nearly immortal, she completed him in a way that he wouldn't have believed possible, and it wouldn't ever be quite enough. But if he was constantly left wanting her, it wasn't through any fault of hers, and he didn't want to be completely satisfied, not for long. Wanting her and getting what he wanted, every time, was the best feeling in the world.
The flames of the bed licked at his hand as he grasped at the sheets for support, and it made a shiver go down his spine. Fire, blood, sex - all of his favorite things, second only to Ella, but they didn't need to come second when she was here. He couldn't breathe with how good it felt, but he still managed a breathless groan of her name in her ear before his teeth sank into the side of her neck, as if he were a wild animal attempting to rip out her throat in a fight. What he was really trying to do was tear away her control, break down the walls between them and complete ecstasy, because he could feel them weakening, feel his body starting to shudder as his release hit him. He didn't try to hold it back, knowing that she'd be joining him soon, and that they weren't going to be done here when it was over, not by a long shot.