The excerpt below marked in asterisks is from City of Lost Souls, pages 399-400. If you'd like a refresher of the scene, you know where to go. To get the gist, Jace is himself after he kills Sister Magdelena, but not before she succeeds in slashing him with the pugio-a dagger dipped in angel's blood-temporarily severing the tie between Jace and Jonathan/Sebastian. Jace has carried Clary to the bed (the most magical of all places, even in the Shadow World-though we could argue that those places could also extend to every room of the house), where he has removed her tank top and currently lies on top of her, his shirt unbuttoned. This is a lemon, so read at your own risk. It's also my first; taker of my lemon virginity, you could say. Enjoy.

**** "Clary." He pulled away. He was shaking. "I can't… If we don't stop now, we won't be able to."

"Don't you want to?" She looked up at him in surprise. He was flushed, tousled, his fair hair a darker gold where sweat had pasted it to his forehead and temples. She could feel his heart stuttering inside his chest.

"Yes, it's just I've never-"

"You haven't?" She was surprised. "Done this before?"

He took a deep breath. "I have." His eyes searched her face, as if he were looking for judgement, disapprobation, even disgust. Clary looked back at him evenly. It was what she had assumed, anyway. "But not when it mattered." He touched her cheek with his fingers, feather-light. "I don't even know how…"

Clary laughed softly. "I think it's just been established that you do."

"That's not what I meant." He caught her hand and brought it to his face. "I want you," he said, "more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. But I…" He swallowed. "Name of the Angel. I'm going to kick myself for this later."

"Don't say you're trying to protect me," she said fiercely. "Because I-"

"It's not that," he said. "I'm not being self-sacrificing. I'm… jealous."

"You're- jealous? Of who?"

"Myself." His face twisted. "I hate the thought of him being with you. Him. That other me. The one Sebastian controls." ****

"That," Clary intoned softly, "was not you. Not the you that I know. But you're you now. Don't you want to spend every minute you can with me?" she asked, echoing his earlier statement. She flinched slightly at the wounded expression on his face, knowing she had turned his words against him and immediately feeling guilty.

"Of course I do, Clary," he whispered, bringing his hand up to brush his fingers through her red curls, giving a slight, unintentional tug that sent a jolt through her system, heat coiling in her stomach. Jace seemed to notice the effect of his action, smiling cockily at her heavy-lidded eyes, the flush coming to her cheeks. "But what if the Mark heals during and I'm no longer the one- doing to you…" he trailed off, raking his eyes hungrily over her body, the white-cotton bra clinging to her breasts, her nipples hard underneath, coming to points under the cloth; her smooth, flat stomach, showing slight indentations near her hips and vertically down her abdomen where her training had toned her; her slender, gracefully curved neck exposed from her elevated, beautiful face, begging for his attention.

He wondered at the gasps she would make, the moans that would escape her bowed lips if he could just flick his tongue over her pulse point; twirl her pearled points between his deft fingers, suckling her nipples and gently nipping the sides of her breasts; his hand sliding down her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her jeans and underwear to the soft skin underneath, sticky and wet with her arousal. Would he find red curls there, or had she shaved? Either would be fine with him; he didn't really care much what she did, he just wanted to see her bared and open to him.

He sucked in a breath. His pants had become incredibly tighter, slightly uncomfortable. He closed his eyes against the barrage of images, but they only became more vivid against his lids.

When he opened his eyes, Clary noticed they were almost black, the gold driven to a small sliver as his pupils dilated, and she could feel a hardness between her legs. She glanced down, curious to see what her body was feeling, but her's and Jace's merged before then. Even without seeing, it still made her face flush hotter. She bit her lip. Jace followed the movement with his eyes, drawn to the sight of teeth on her lips, wanting his teeth to take their place.

"...what I want to do to you," he finished, his voice husky and low, sending shivers up Clary's spine.

"Then why don't we fix that, make it just a little worse?" She sounded uncertain, but her hand reached along the covers anyway to the edge of the bed, feeling for the silver Herondale blade Jace always kept there, even as he had at the Institute. Wrapping her hand around the handle, she brought it in between them, setting the tip of the blade at his chest.

Jace wasn't sure if it would work; in fact, it would probably heal faster than the cut already made there by the pugio Sister Magdelena wielded, but his resolve was weakening. The longer she stayed under him, open and willing, made him want her more each second. The fact that her shapely legs were parted beneath him, that he was settled between them in a way that felt so right, did nothing to help him will away his excitement. It only made his cock harder, and he wasn't sure he could last much longer. As it was, he was pretty sure he wouldn't last long once he was inside of her. Even that thought made him strain just a little more; it was all he could do not to rip her pants off and barrel into her.

But this was Clary's first time. Not only that, but it was their first time together and possibly their last. He was sure he would die, if not by what he planned to do after, then by Sebastian. Because even if Sebastian wanted him there, he knew his soul would be burned away over time by the Mark of Lilith and he would be gone.

He was going to make the most of this, make Clary's first time, their first and maybe only time, special. He was going to do this right.

With an almost imperceptible nod, he willed her to slice his Mark. She set the tip to his skin and made not one, but five shallow cuts into the Mark. Jace gritted his teeth against the pain, hoping against all hope that they wouldn't heal. He was surprised when they didn't. Maybe the power of the Mark was diminished when it was cut.

Obviously, it has to be, he thought. He was no longer under Sebastian's control for the moment, but at least he had time.

Gingerly, Clary set the knife back on the nightstand and reached to remove Jace's shirt. At the moment, Jace knew her objective wasn't to undress him, though it certainly didn't hurt. She carefully wadded up the already ragged shirt and pressed it to the wound she made, careful not to hurt him more than she already had had to. Her arousal dimmed, watching the discomfort contort his features.

She hated hurting him and could see the pain as it had glanced its way across his face when she had sliced him. Why did it have to be Jace? Jace, who was so intrinsically good, whose whole life had been bleak for all he had gone through, and now she was hurting him, too. She whispered an apology, not at all surprised when he told her not to be sorry, that without her there would be no him.

And then he took her lip between his teeth, the same lip she had worried moments ago, and the coil of heat that had cooled in her abdomen flared to life. A gasp escaped her mouth, and Jace used the opportunity to fully press his lips to hers, his tongue slipping between her teeth, stroking slowly along her slick muscle. Clary sighed into his mouth, pleasure skittering down her spine, sending tingles to her stomach. The coil of heat became molten and she squeezed her legs together, meaning to soothe the empty ache that had sprung up between her thighs but only succeeding in clutching Jace tighter to her. He groaned at the feeling. Taking the shirt she still had pressed between them, he flung it across the room and lowered himself down onto her more, the skin of their chests burning between them.

Jace had been with other women, but none had been as responsive as Clary, and it was only just beginning. It swelled his ego to know that he was the only one to make her feel this way. With every stroke of his tongue against hers, she let out a tiny gasp. Her chest scorched against his, wrenching from her the first moan he had ever heard from her. It set his nerves on fire and made him feel triumphant in a way that only a man could when he made the woman he loved come apart in his hands.

Moving his knees up to settle them beside her hips, taking some of his weight off of his arms, he ghosted his fingers up the sides of her abdomen, pressing more firmly under the wire of her bra. She stilled as the tips of his digits brushed the underside of her breast.

A coil of nervousness sprung up in Clary. They were now going beyond anything they had ever done before. She knew she had asked for it, but the knowledge didn't ease the sudden tightness in her chest, the nervous flutter of her heart.

Sensing her reaction, Jace stilled as well. He wouldn't go any further if she didn't want him to. Not that that wouldn't suck; the hardness of his dick was becoming painful, skin stretched tight, his balls heavy with the upcoming expected climax. If she didn't wish to go on, he would have to do something about it but he wasn't willing to push her.

He kissed her once more, slowly, willing the passion out of it, only reassuring her. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Of course she did, Clary thought, but how was she supposed to explain that she was almost afraid in her apprehensiveness? That she knew what was going to happen but at the same time didn't? She wanted Jace more than anything, but completely giving herself over time him was slightly terrifying. Even so, she wouldn't let that stop this from happening.

Once Clary had given him the okay, Jace kissed her once more, dragging her out of her hesitancy with heated nips to her lower lip; careful, hot kisses trailing her jawline down to the rapidly beating pulse in her throat. He flicked his tongue over her sweat-salty skin, ripping a gasp from her parted lips.

He stayed there for a moment, worshipping her neck, sending pleasurable tingles straight to her core, fueling the emptiness she had felt earlier. It felt like Jace had set fire to her veins, and then he fully slid his hand inside her bra, cupping her breast for the first time.

She wasn't sure what she was expecting to happen. A content sigh emerged from her. Where his kisses before had flames licking her skin, his tongue scorching her, this was a slow burn. It felt good in a way she hadn't anticipated, and she decided that this was one thing he could do whenever he wanted. He flicked her nipple, giving it a slight pinch, and she whispered his name. Her brows scrunched together and she bit her lip against the lightning feeling of his mouth against her skin, lowering from her throat to the tips of her breast, nipping as he felt around to her back with his other hand and unsnapped her bra. With a tug to release her arms from the straps, he let it fly across the room and gained his first full sight of her naked chest.

She was beautiful, that much he had always known from the moment he first saw her. Now, she was nothing less than gorgeous. Her petite breasts were taut, topped with rosebud tips; her waist curved slightly, giving her slender figure an elegant shape. She didn't have the voluptuous curves of some of the girls he had been with, or the fuller breasts, but she was perfect to him. Perfect for him.

He must have been staring for too long, because when the overwhelming urge hit him to take once pink nipple in his mouth, he found his way blocked by an arm slung across his view, a red-faced Clary, eyes shining, looking anywhere but at him. He felt almost stupid, knowing exactly what she was thinking. She was embarrassed, probably mortified, when he gave her no reaction except a long, lingering ogle of her breasts. And he knew he was right.

Gently, he took her arm away from her chest and took her face between his hands. "Look at me, Clary," he said when she refused to meet his eyes. He kissed her when she did, another reassuring, gentle press of his lips to hers. It was a kiss meant to reassure her, devoid of passion, but he found that he couldn't hold himself back, not when she was lying half-naked beneath him.

What started out as placid and soft quickly became heated. Jace swept her away with his ardor and her lips opened to the questing tongue snaking its way across her lips to tangle with hers. Clary grabbed a fistfull of his hair, her pale fingers tightening around his golden locks, pressing his face impossibly closer to hers. Their teeth clashed almost painfully, and Clary couldn't remember a kiss so intense, so animated that it stole her breath.

With a significant amount of effort, Jace pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers. "You are so beautiful. Don't ever doubt that," he said, panting against her mouth, their breath mingling, and Clary could only nod her acquiescence.

Catching her breath, she slid her hands down his arms, gliding across the expanse of his back, the smooth muscles of his abdomen. Jace sucked in a breath at the feeling of her touch. His skin felt impossibly tight, stretched to the max as she swept her hands over him, and he could think of nothing he wanted to do more than to make her feel exactly what he felt when she touched him.

Setting his hands on either side of her head, he gave into the urge he had before, now rising up again as his gaze traveled to her perky mounds. He took one taut, rosy nipple between his lips, laving his tongue over the peak and giving a fierce suck. She cried out, her nails digging into the skin of his back, fueling him on. He bit down gently and flicked his tongue over the tip between his teeth, savoring in the sounds she was making, the sounds he stole from her.

Clary couldn't help the growing need she felt. Without consciously knowing, she ground her pelvis against the hardness she felt there, wrenching from Jace the sexiest sound she had ever heard him make. A groan, deep and guttural, vibrated his chest under her hands, tantalizing against her stomach. She felt a bead of her arousal run from her seeping core down her bottom.

Not sure how much more he could take, Jace wrenched himself upright and grabbed the waist of her jeans, unbuttoning them. He pulled them up and off of her, her legs up in the air, her wet panties brushing against the tightness in his jeans. Stepping back from the bed, he unsnapped his as well, letting his pants and boxers drop to the floor, completely naked.

Clary propped up on her elbows to look at him. He was so beautiful it almost hurt. She had known of the chiseled chest and arms, had felt them so many times before against the lines of her own body, but had always wondered what lay just below that. Sure, she had had Health and Anatomy at St. Xavier's, but nothing could actually prepare for the real thing.

He didn't give her much time to do more than glance, but what she had seen was more than impressive. She knew the average length of a man's penis, but was pretty sure his was slightly larger than that.

In an instant, Jace was back on top of her, settled between her legs as if he'd never left. With no barriers between them but the flimsy fabric of her panties, she could clearly feel the hard shape of Jace's cock resting against the apex of her thighs, lolling onto her stomach. He pressed his lips to her, trailing hot kisses down her jaw to her throat. His hand grabbed at her breast, squeezing the soft, pert flesh, giving her nipple another flick, as his mouth made his way down the middle of her chest.

He stopped there at the last second, suckling her softly, giving a second thought to what he was about to do. Maybe it would be better, he thought, if my hand went there first. All the feverishness to his movements were gone, and suddenly Jace was the one who was nervous, more nervous about pleasing her than he had ever been when in this position. Usually, he trudged right along, not giving a moment's notice to his partner's pleasure. He went through the motions to get them ready, but in the end he had only wanted to fuck them. It had never meant anything before.

Now, it did. This was Clary. He had loved her from the moment he met her and had wanted for so long to touch her this way. Now that he was given the chance, he was going to take his time, savor every moment, especially when this may never happen again.

Clary, feeling the loss of his hunger, became slightly apprehensive. "Jace?"

Detaching himself from her breast, he looked up into her eyes, giving her the crooked smile she loved. He found himself tripping over his words, trying to tell her his thoughts. In the end, he just told her the truth.

"I've, um, never really tried to please anyone before and I want to do this right." He looked down, slightly embarrassed at having to admit that, especially to Clary. He felt more than heard her chuckle beneath him and looked back up in astonishment.

"I'm a virgin, Jace. I doubt anything you do is going to displease me."

Clary gave him a quick kiss to convince him, and he smiled once more, not hesitating to slide his hand beneath her panties as he had before.

Her skin was smooth and hairless against his firm, questing fingers. She sucked in a gasp when the tips of his fingers caressed the soft skin of her labia, ghosted over her opening, and skimmed her clit. A wave of pleasure shot through her and she moaned, arching her back as she threw her head back, exposing her neck. Jace took the opportunity for what it was, ducking his head to once more sample the sweet skin of her throat, biting at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

His fingers traveled down to the opening of her vagina and he slowly slid one inside. She was tight, more tight than anyone he had ever been with. His dick was unimaginably hard; he wanted nothing more than to replace his finger with it. Her tightness would squeeze the life from him, deliciously hot, surrounding his cock. She would milk him of everything he had. He slid in another.

He groaned against her neck, his other hand gripping her back. She shuddered beneath him, moaning his name in succession as his fingers drove a steady pace into her. In, out. In, out. He closed his eyes against the onslaught of images behind his eyes of him spreading her legs beneath him and finally entering her, feeling the heat of her oppressive sheath quivering around his length.

He whispered her name, pulling his fingers from her and sliding down her body, once more pulling the fabric from her hips hiding her from his view. He settled his shoulders between her knees, his face inches from her. Her pussy was a pretty pink, glistening in the soft lamplight of his room from the wetness emerging between her lips, her entrance open for him.

Clary looked down at him, surprise and nervous tension covering her features. She had never expected Jace to do this but couldn't deny that the sight of his golden head hovering over her was ridiculously erotic. Jace watched as a bead of wetness traced its way down to her ass. He wanted to put his tongue down to catch it before it got there and follow it back to its source. So he did.

His tongue slipped out from between his lips, catching the drop of honey before it could reach its destination. He traced the line of its wetness back up, flattened out of tongue, and gave Clary one slow, languorous lick, dipping the tip minutely into her slick passage and making his way up to her clit where he stopped to give a quick suck.

Clary's eyes rolled to the back of her head, stars alighting her vision. Never had she felt anything so… sinful. One hand clenched into the sheets beside her, the other clawing at Jace's hair, finding purchase in the golden locks there. "Oh, my God," she breathed, biting her lip as she let out a fantastic moan, one that made Jace's lips quirk before setting himself back to his task.

Taking her swollen nub between his teeth, he nibbled lightly, flicking his tongue over her clit slowly, dragging out her pleasure. He never would've imagined he would like doing this, but seeing her heaving breasts as she gasped for air, hearing her moans of his name sent him spurning onward with abandon. He nipped and sucked, reveling in the quivering of her thighs, the spasm of her hips, the sound of his name on throaty moans.

Clary was close, so close she could feel the tightening in her core. What had once been a coil of heat low in her abdomen was a raging pit of lava, tightening with every swipe of his talented tongue. She wasn't sure how much longer she could take. She knew the end was coming, and just when she felt it, that white-hot coil letting loose, unfurling incomprehensible waves of pleasure over her entire body, he stopped.

She let out a long groan of frustration, panting, her displeasure palpable in the glare she shot down at him, eyes narrowing further at the smirk on his beautiful, angelic face, mentally promising retribution.

"I'm not done with you yet, love," he said by way of explaining. She threw her head back, this time for an entirely different reason, only letting him be because of her shock at being called "love." He had never called her that before. They had never had pet names for each other.

He kissed the insides of her thighs as she calmed, rubbing slow circles along her skin.

"Mmm," she hummed, her heart settling down into an even pace, though still higher than normal. "What else did you plan on doing?"

He looked up at her evenly, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the inside of where her hip met her thigh. "I want to taste you."

Angel, Clary thought, shutting her eyes against the eroticism of his words. Her voice was shaky when she replied. "I thought you just did that." Her voice hitched at the end, becoming higher pitched than she had meant. It came out sounding like a question.

"No," he said. His voice was husky and low like it had been before, and no less effective than it was then, sparking to flame the fire inside that had dimmed as the minutes had passed on. Thought it wasn't as hot as it was, she had a feeling it wouldn't take long to get her there. "I want you to come with my tongue inside your pussy, then come with my dick inside you."

And there it is, she thought. The warmth spread through her belly, coiling deep inside of her. She hadn't prepared for him to start so soon and was shocked to stillness when she felt his wet tongue circling her vagina, making its way in slowly. She melted once he started moving.

His tongue stroked her walls in a way that felt entirely different from his fingers, but even more delicious. Jace set a steady pace once more, gliding his appendage in and out of her, tasting every inch he could reach. Her taste was ambrosia, a sweet alkaline on his taste buds. With every stroke, her walls quivered against him.

Higher and higher he drove her, his tongue pumping into her the way he would after she finished. She moaned his name, begging for more, begging him for something to help her cross that last hurdle. She was so close again, and his name fell like a mantra from her lips. She couldn't help when she tried to move along with him, bucking her hips in time with the skillful thrusts of his tongue.

Bring his hands up to the top of her hips, he held them still and moved one thumb over her clit, circling feverishly. He felt her tense up, going still beneath him as the coil within her twisted tighter than she could stand. She tried to hold it back, wanting more of the ecstasy he was giving her.

"Don't hold it, Clary. Come," he said, and plunged his tongue back inside of her, thumb circling in rhythm with his strokes.

Clary clenched her fists into the bed sheets, whimpering Jace's name as her vision turned white, and then the room exploded around her. She screamed as the coil within her sprang loose and she came, waves of pleasure cascading over her entire body. She had never come like this before, so hard it was exquisitely painful in its intensity.

Jace continued to stroke inside her, riding out her orgasm with her. She drenched him, coating his tongue with the essence of her, tantalizing in her taste. Moisture seeped from her unbidden, dripping down his chin to the sheets below him. He took from her everything he could, and when she was finally done, he stared up at her in his accomplishment. Sweat glistened on her face, chest moving sharply up and down as she breathed, and a smile graced her lips.

Jace wiped his hand across his mouth and slid up her body, kissing her softly. She sank into him, lips meeting his, hands resting upon his shoulders. She tensed slightly when she felt the head of his cock against her, but he didn't move it. Glancing up at his face, she was surprised to see the effort on his face. He was holding himself back.

He was holding himself back for her. He knew this was going to be painful, and he didn't want to hurt her. She seemed to understand him, though, he thought.

"I know," she said. "But it'll feel better after, right?"

He nodded and reached down to grip his length, placing himself exactly where he needed to go. "Fast or slow? I'm not sure which will make the pain go away faster."

"Fast," she decided, and before she had time to brace herself, he slid inside her, letting out a hiss of pleasure. It was painful, but not as bad as she thought it would be. Once the pain subsided she nodded to him, signalling it was okay to move, and gripped his arms.

Jace was trying his hardest not to move. The delicious heat surrounding him was nothing short of amazing, everything he knew it would be and more, but he wasn't sure how long he could stand stationary. Ripples of pleasure spread over him and it was all he could do to stay still and wait for Clary to adjust. She was so tight, gripping him like a vice. Finally, she gave the okay, and he moved.

He pulled out nearly all of the way and drove back in, seating himself at her cervix. He had never felt anything so excruciatingly perfect, so damn good. He moaned out her name, lowering his forehead to the crook of her neck, breath coming out shallowly.

This wasn't anything like Clary had imagined. The feel of his cock within her ignited a slow, burning ache, the friction of the flesh sliding together inside of her driving her insane. Jace started a slow rhythm, almost as if he was afraid to hurt her. It felt good, but she wanted more. She needed more. Gripping his ass in her palms, she impaled herself on his inward thrust, pulling a surprised, intense moan from him and a look that said she better know what she was doing.

"I don't want you to hold back. Fuck me, Jace."

He did, abandoning all pretense of gentleness and giving way to her demands as if he wanted it as badly as she had. He kissed her roughly, tongues melding together in a quick dance before he pulled away. He placed her hands against the headboard to hold herself in place and picked her hips up as he sat up on his knees and gave one jarring thrust forward.

Stars swam in Clary's vision. She wasn't sure if she would regret the soreness she knew she was bound to have afterward, but she couldn't imagine him stopping what he was doing.

Again and again he thrust into her. Her heat clenched around him in an unforgiving grip, and he had never felt so out of control before. His instincts took over, and he enjoyed the ride.

Jace pounded into her over and over. The slow ache inside of her rose quickly, and soon she was moaning out his name all over again, clawing at the wood of the headboard as the pleasure-pain of his hard thrusts skyrocketed her oncoming orgasm.

Jace was close, so close he swore he could feel the semen at the tip of his dick, hot and waiting to burst out. She needed to come again soon, he thought. He wasn't letting loose until she did one more time. With that in mind, he reached a thumb around to her still wet clit, flicking it furiously.

She gasped his name, her walls squeezing him unbearably, so tight it hurt to move but it felt so good, too good to stop. Reaching down from the headboard, she sunk her nails into his thighs and came, spasming around his cock mercilessly, driving him to his own orgasm. He thrust once, twice, three more times before he collapsed against her.

She welcomed the weight of him, wrapping her arms around his back, whispering to him how much she loved him in his ear, still gasping for air.

They both started when they heard a knock at the door and Sebastian's voice calling to them. "Could you keep it down in there? Some of us are trying to sleep, you know."

Jace growled. "Fucking buzzkill."

A/N: I know, I know, that's probably terrible, but I had no idea how to end it. So there you go. My first ever lemon. Feel free to let me know how I could make it better. No flames, just constructive criticism.