She turned to face him and even though they had spent almost every moment over the past two weeks, naked and connected to each other, the feel of their slick bare skin against each other, her full but firm breasts flattened against his hard chest had them both breathing a little faster.

"Are we really going to talk?" he asked her. His mouth moved down towards her and she felt herself spiraling into the desire that sparked in his eyes.

She thought there was only one thing to do if she actually wanted to have an intelligible conversation with him. She pressed up against him, puckered her lips, gave him a quick kiss and then swung one leg widely over his waist. She quickly inserted his spent cock inside her wet slit. He still filled her easily even when he was not fully erect. It didn't matter anyway since she could feel his immediate stiffening response. He groaned and clutched her ass, driving his rapidly hardening staff into her.

"Now, let's talk," she gasped. Maybe this wasn't the best idea but it felt so good. It was extremely difficult to keep her mind off the sensations that flared up been their attached body parts.

He half moaned and half chuckled," I really like the way you talk." He jerked his hips up to burrow into her deeper and she then she felt him freeze, hardening everywhere. "Unless you've 'talked' to anyone else like this," his voice was rough but she could hear a sharply grave edge to it.

It startled her enough that she would have withdrawn from him but he seized her hips and held her in place while his expanding cock claimed her completely.

"What do you mean by that?" she hissed. "I told you I've never been with anyone else before you."

"What about after?" he rasped, "with him?" His voice changed into a tone she had not heard in a long time.

"What are you talking about?" she asked even though she was pretty sure she already knew. Her body revolted against her will which wanted to push him away. Her body on the other hand slid beneath him and spread her legs broadly, giving him total access into her.

He took full advantage of the opening she presented and dove into her wildly. She began to feel the familiar tension mounting along the folds that he was rubbing fiercely against his pumping cock.

"You know who I mean," Jace spit out. "You were engaged to him. Remember? Was he inside here?"

It felt so fucking good. How did he do this to her? She was absolutely livid but her body was entirely his. He commanded it or at least his cock did.

"You're an asshole," she cried out. "No, no, he didn't get in there. He wanted to … and I probably would have let him if you hadn't shown up that night. I was supposed to stay with him. You said we were over. Remember!" She screamed as her pussy started convulsing and was well rewarded with his hot ejaculation running all over it.

"This belongs to me," he growled out. "Nobody else. Do you understand me? You're mine."

He collapsed down over her and she held onto him tightly. Despite his insane jealousy and the irritation that still hovered around her, even after the immense pleasure he gave her which did successfully clear away the fury that had ripped through her only moments ago, she adored him. She would always adore him.

She wasn't ready for him to get off her when he rolled away, his slackened cock sliding out of her but he pulled her to him so her head rested on his bicep and she lay on her side facing him.

"I'm not sure this is going to work," Jace mumbled, "that is—attempting to talk while I'm inside you," he smiled, "but we can keep trying it out if you want."

His smooth, well-muscled flesh was damp with his own powerfully masculine and provocatively scented sweat and his longish golden hair curled angelically framing his face. He was all tawny wheat and gold and his half hooded eyes were fringed by outlandishly long blonde lashes. He was so beautiful it made the muscles in her stomach curl.

"Well, we'll keep our options open," she answered. "Let's agree if our … conversation … gets too … heavy … we'll just screw away the tension."

His eyes widened and then he laughed. "Fine, but I'm warning you. I may be in a constant state of tension around you."

She let her fingers trail around his face, twirling the silky golden curls that fell just below his ears.

"I see you still have your absurd jealousy issues," she sighed.

Jace's brows lifted with surprise before settling into a frown. "No one's ever told me I have jealousy issues before," he said slowly, "but that's fair. I feel like I'm going to lose my mind when I think about you … and him. I suppose I'm having a hard time dealing with you two … getting engaged. How exactly did that happen?"

His hands dug at her hip and shoulder in a severe grip.

Clary glared at him disbelievingly. "You are out of your mind. I had no idea what happened to you. All I had to go by was that fucked up letter you sent me. In case you forgot, Jace, I'm pregnant. I was incredibly vulnerable and Sebastian has been … he's been there for me."

Clary stopped. A strange, unexpected wave of emotion rocked through her. "From the very first moment I told him I was pregnant, he was there for me. He told me he loved me, that he'll love me forever, that he would take care of me and my baby." She didn't understand why it hurt. She fastened her eyes on Jace, hoping the sight of him would provide some peace, some answers, explain what was this terribly confusing grief that was running through her, but she was met with a consuming hatred burning in his eyes.

"I'll kill him," he croaked out. "I want him dead. He kept us apart."

"Stop it, Jace," Clary fretted. "Maybe he was trying to protect me. I mean, he should have told me … about you … but … what if I found you … before you were ready to meet me and … you didn't want to know me and … you didn't want me. I would have died."

Clary was relieved to see the rage on his face melt away and was now replaced by a blank astonishment.

"How can you think that? If you had come to me … I would have fallen at your feet. I'm your slave. You know that, don't you? The second I saw you, I belonged to you … and you belong to me. Please, tell me you understand that." His eyes glistened and his face twisted with agony.

"What about your grandmother?" She placed both hands on his face and watched him cautiously.

Jace's face turned cold and obdurate. "What about her?"

"She wants me out of your life," Clary said calmly. "The last time I saw you, right before the accident, you told me she cut you off … I know it was because of me. You didn't say it but … she never liked me. I … I don't want to be the reason … you don't have your grandmother."

The frigid stony walls crashed down and he folded her into him. Their faces were hardly an inch apart. His eyes delved into hers. "What … what did she do to you?"

"That's not important," Clary tried to explain. "Please try to make things right with her. She's the only family you have … besides me … and our child, of course. I know you care about her … and … she just … she just doesn't understand … me." Clary took a deep breath before continuing, "I have nothing to offer you. She just wants someone … more for you. She wants … great things for you and … I'm nothing."

His face inflamed and he looked ready to explode until he expelled an anguished cry. "You're everything. You're everything to me. Never say otherwise. Never think otherwise. I'll do anything you want but … she's nothing to me. If she tries to separate us, I don't want her anywhere near me. If she can't treat you like the most precious gift that was ever created, she doesn't exist for me. I don't want you to argue with me or try to convince me to make amends with her. I'll never forgive her for … making you feel … like you could ever be less than perfect for me … but I'll give her a chance, for you. I'll give her one last chance."

Clary brushed their lips lightly together. "Thank you. I love you."

She watched him flinch back slightly but it didn't hurt the way it used to. She knew it was just the word that scared him. "Oh baby, don't worry. We have each other. We'll always have each other, won't we?" she whispered sweetly.

He radiated so much happiness at that moment she wanted it to last forever.

"You're all I need," he told her and their bodies came together, perfectly, the way they were meant to.

They were packed and ready to go. She took a moment, standing by the doorway with their bags lined up next to her, to survey the suite and let her gaze linger on the large king sized bed. She thought they really had not needed to pack more than basic toiletries since they had not needed any clothing. They had not left the room since they arrived two weeks ago and she had heard the chambermaids take to calling them the newlyweds. It brought a small smile to her face and then it faded away when she recollected a brief engagement that she had accepted for a minute before Jace returned. She and Jace had not really made any plans for their lives outside of their two week stay at the Westerley but there wasn't a doubt in her mind they would face everything together. She had not said it to Jace since she knew he would only insist on their staying but she really didn't feel ready to leave their sheltered paradise, room 359 at the Westerley Hotel. It was just a suite for two, a large bedroom with a connecting living room space housing a couch, dining table and television. The rose colored fabrics and the dark wood décor gave it a romantic ambience and there was a terrace that overlooked the green mountain scape, one of the natural beauties of Idris, but it was not as if either of them had spent anytime appreciating these features.

She jumped a little when she felt Jace's arm wrap around her hip and draw her to his side.

"We don't have to leave today. We could stay for another day," Jace suggested in a light tone but her response was automatic if slightly reluctant.

"No, we can't. Everyone is expecting us back today," she pointed out. "And, I have an appointment … with my doctor." She peered up at Jace a little concerned about how he would react.

She could certainly notice the changes to her body wrought by the new life growing inside her but Jace didn't remember what she was like before. For all he knew, she had always had the slightly swelling paunch to her belly and the enormous boobs.

Jace looked down at her worriedly. "Is everything okay? Is something bothering you?"

"No," she watched him carefully. "It's sort of a regular checkup … you know … cause I'm expecting a baby."

"Oh." His eyes grew larger. "Yeah, of course … so … how far along are you now?" he asked curiously.

She couldn't help the grin that danced over her lips. "I'm about four months now. Before you know it, we'll have a little Jace Junior to coo over."

His eyes seemed to pop out of his head. "Is it … it's a … are you…"

"Oh, shit," Clary clapped a hand over her mouth. "Did I just say that? I wasn't supposed to tell anyone. I mean I wasn't planning to tell anyone but if anyone should get a heads up I guess that should be you," she reasoned to herself.

"So-," Jace seemed too stunned to complete his thought.

"Yes, we're having a boy," Clary smiled up at him. "And I hope he's exactly like you." She beamed at him and let her hands stroke the swell over her abdomen.

His gilded eyes dropped to their normal size but stared down at her piercingly and his hands cupped her face very gently. "You want this? This doesn't … make you … unhappy?"

She shook her head. "I was scared at first. I wasn't thinking straight. I didn't know what happened to you … but I never stopped believing you'd come back to me. I thought … you were just really mad at me … and then I got that note. I knew you wrote it." She looked up at him. Her eyes turned glassy with the memory. "But it didn't change how I felt about you. It couldn't change the love that created this baby. How could I feel anything but love for it?"

Jace stared at her with wide, wondering eyes. "It's so easy," he whispered. "It's so easy for you to say that … that you lo-." He closed his eyes and lowered his mouth over hers. He broke the tender kiss but his hands kept their place around her face and his thumbs lightly caressed her cheeks. "You know how I feel about you, don't you?" he asked quietly and it broke her heart a little to know how much he feared love that he couldn't even say it … but he did love her. She knew it.

She nodded and leaned her head into his right hand. "I know."

He breathed out in relief. She lifted her own hands to cover his, still embracing her face. She could gaze into his magnificent, gold speckled eyes forever. They glowed with so much peace and harmony.

"Can we promise to come back here to this room at this time every year? For the rest of our lives, right after Thanksgiving, I want to spend a week here with you. Just the two of us, whether we have ten kids or we're eighty years old. Can you promise?" he asked fervently.

She laughed, "Ten may be a little too much for me and what in the world would we do when we're eighty years old? I don't think even you will be up for any hotel room athletics at that age."

"I may slow down but I can't imagine ever not wanting you and even if we can't make love, we could just lie down and hold each other and that … would make it perfect," he said with such ardent certainty that he took her breath away.

"I love you, Jace," she told him, the tears coming unbidden to her eyes. "I know … you don't like to say it … but I'll say it enough for both of us. I love you and I always will."

"Forever," he whispered, lowered his head down to hers and kissed her profoundly.