Previously...
Jace then scratched his neck with his sharp nail hoping the smell of blood would end her resolve. And it did. In the next mili-second the shape of his body was imprinted in the stone wall against which Clary had pressed him to sink her fangs into his neck. Jace closed his eyes and tried his best not to moan as he felt Clary's cold lips on his skin and her body alligned with his, the only thing separating them being their clothes.
Jace's hand involuntarily went to Clary's hair, grabbing a fistfull of it as she hungrily emptied his veins, making him feel the delicious combination between lightheaded and turned on. Her hands were on his shoulders keeping him stuck to the wall while she lost herself in the sensation, moaning in delight. The properties of his blood as an original made her feel strong and somewhat high. She slowly unsunk her fangs from his neck and remained still for a few seconds, her lips barely touching his skin, her ragged breathing raising goosebumps all over his body. "Thank you. For everything tonight." she whispered, her face now burried in the crook of his neck, as he loosened his grip on her hair and slowly ran his fingers through a few strands, untangling them. "You're welcome." he breathed out, praying she would uncling herself from him already, fearing his self-restraint was wearing thin. She gripped his shoulders and slowly pushed herself off of him, her eyes hooded with pleasure and her parted lips plump and bloody. She noticed how Jace's gaze quickly went to her mouth and then back to her eyes and gulped. Her mind was screaming at her to go, but her limbs were failing to obey her. His hands slowly, tauntingly traveled from her shoulder blades to her waist, gripping it tentatively. "I should go" Clary whispered trying to take a step back, but Jace's powerful arms barely allowed her to move an inch. "Yes, you should." he said, but his iron grip on her did not loosen. The way his eyes bore into hers made her feel scared and excited at the same time. She knew that look, she knew what it meant, and what could happen in the span of a few seconds. "Jace. Let me go." she urged him, as she tried to pry his hands off of her, terrified by the implications of them ending up doing something deliciously wrong.
"Why?" he asked teasingly, tilting his head to the side in a playful manner, as he pulled her flush against him, their lips inches apart. They could taste each other's breaths, smell each other's skin, and most of all, they could sense each other's arousal. "You want it too." he murmured in her ear, slowly biting it. Clary could feel her knees going weak, so she involuntarily sunk her nails into his shoulders for support, which Jace took as encouragement. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to suppress a moan, as she felt his tongue gliding on her neck the way she oh-so-enjoyed it. "Jace, no, stop it." she breathed out. "If you want me to stop, then go, you have the strength to do so." he teased, as his lips travelled southward to her exposed cleavage, making her skin feel like hot boiling lava had been spread all over it. "No, I don't, I'm weak from the fight." she whimpered, as Jace slowly cupped her breasts, making her yelp in surprise and pleasure. "Liar." he groaned, roughly grabbing her thighs and wrapping them around his torso, a pleased sound escaping Clary's lips.
"Kiss me." he ordered her, his core rubbing against hers in circular motions. "No, Jace, this is wrong, stop." Clary whined, trying to untangle herself from him, but his strong muscular arms formed a cage around her, and frankly, she could feel herself lose her resolve. "Stop denying yourself what you want Clarissa." he growled, biting her shoulder.
"Ah, no, Jace, we've been here before." she sighed as Jace's lips roamed all over her neck and chest. "And wasn't it good?" he asked, his patience wearing off by the minute, as the anger of being rejected by her again 900 years later began to grow. "It was..." she whispered, looking into his eyes, trying to read if it was another one of his tricks, if he just wanted to hurt her again. But, on the other hand, she wasn't the same innocent and frail girl she was when he left her. She was perfectly capable of leaving her feelings out of it and just enjoying the physical act, no strings attached. So, she gave in to her animal self and ignored her conscience begging her to spare herself of the suffering that would follow. So, in the blink of an eye, she crashed her lips to his and everything else was forgotten.
This was going to be a lemon, but I sort of had my doubts about it, so, I'm asking you guys. Do you think I should continue it or leave it at this point?