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Clary could feel the fabric giving but just as Jace began to pull the lace down her arms, a loud banging came from his front door. Clary could feel his heart racing against her chest as Jace stilled above her.
His voice was rough, ragged, and God it was sexy. Clary shook her head, "No, no," she begged, her hands moving across his well-defined abs, "don't leave me, I'm burning, I'm burning all over, for you. Please, I need you. Jace relented against her, easing his body down to hers. I mean is this what you really want?
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Clary licked her lips, faintly aware of the incessant banging in the background. She knew Jace was giving her an out. He was trying to protect her, make sure she was ready, "I know this," Clary whispered, lifting her face so that her lips were skimming across Jace's.
She began to trace the lining of his lip with her tongue. Jace pressed every inch of his body into Clary's while his right hand slowly made a path down to where she needed him the most.
Clary grabbed Jace's face with both of her hands, pulling him closer with desperation. Clary felt Jace's fingers brushed lightly over her mound. Her body was shaking as he fisted her panties and pulled them to the side.
The heat from her body was spreading like wildfire; she needed a release and she needed it now. Jace let out a shaky breathe, closing his eyes he rested his forehead on Clary's, his fingers moving toward her center. Clary pushed her body down. She was tired of the talking, she was tired of the teasing, she was tired of his soft touches.
What she wanted — no, needed — was for him to be inside of her. Clary wanted to tell Jace what she wanted him to do, but she couldn't.
She was incoherent, unable to plead or beg or implore. Her body and mind felt like a volcano, festering and bubbling and building,preparing to erupt. Jace's long fingers were teasing her sex as he moved them between her folds excruciatingly slow. Clary suddenly felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears as Jace's magical touch worked on her clit. Her breathing was erratic and she began to arch her body off the couch. That what she was feeling was normal.
But it wasn't — she had never had this happen. Never felt like this before. Not ever.
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Clary shook her head while her body was pulsating with a need she had never experienced. Her heart was pounding against her chest violently, and her vision was becoming hazy as sweat began to trickle down her face. Jace chuckled, "That feel good, baby? The feeling was foreign making her want to pull away at first but then something happened, something amazing: Jace began to move his finger inside of her. Clary could feel every inch of her body tremble.
She knew she was teetering on the edge of a cliff, but she was ready. Ready to fall into a euphoric bliss. Jace literally jumped at the sound of Isabelle's voice. Isabelle was standing in the kitchen with her hands on her hips, her face radiating with anger. Jace sighed, his golden eyes gazing down at Clary for a moment but he quickly looked away.
He knew that if he hadn't, he wouldn't be able to resist not touching her, no matter if his sister was standing only a few feet away from them. Isabelle stomped one of her heels against his hardwood floors. Of course it took some persuading, but he finally gave me a key to your apartment. Jace covered his face with his hands, Clary's scent dirty lingered on his fingers causing his shaft to twitch with need, a need to be inside of her, "Iz, leave now," he gritted his teeth as he moved his hands down to his side, balling them tightly into fists.
Isabelle surprised Jace by laughing. Not without Clary. Isabelle rolled her eyes, a mischievous smile appearing on her face, "I think that's something we need to ask Clary, don't you, dear brother? Jace moved his vision to the couch presumably thinking Clary would still be there, but she wasn't.
She was gone. Clary wouldn't meet his gaze. Her voice sounded quiet — hurt even. Jace's chest tightened as his eyes continued to search Clary's face. He was silently pleading with her to look at him. God that hurt. Why was she creating space between them? We need to talk. Clary pulled her story lip in Fanfiction mouth and began chewing on it. We should forget it. We were just having some fun, right? Jace stood frozen.
He was lost in a sea of green. It was soft, delicate. Wayland," she whispered. He let out the breath he was holding. Jace couldn't speak, his voice lost to him. He watched in silence as his redhead walked away from him and toward Isabelle. He felt jealousy spread throughout his body as his own sister wrapped her arm around Clary, embracing her warmly.
Jace stood by in silence as the two girls walked out of his apartment, leaving him there alone, confused and more than a little sexually frustrated. She felt empty. Isabelle's brown eyes were watching Clary, studying every little piece of her. Isabelle's eyes darted in between Clary's. You're acting odd. Clary shifted her body; she was more than uncomfortable and way past ready to be back at Isabelle's apartment.
Isabelle slowly removed her finger from her mouth. I noticed it the minute you stood up from Jace's couch. Now, come on, spill. What is it? What happened?