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Chapter 19 (1,6K)
Jace's PoV
Once I got to the rooftop, I find Clary sitting on the edge of the balustrade, her legs hanging on each side of the side-rail and her sketchpad on her knees. She was drawing the city, her hair floating in the air and her face ever so focused on what she is doing. I simply stand still, just to have the pleasure to look at her, and the sight of her overwhelmed me with a peaceful feeling.
That's when it hits me. Sure I don't know a lot of things about her, sure she has a dark past full of ghosts, sure I barely know how she feels about me, but man, I love her. I love her more than I ever loved someone. I love her so much I don't know how I even lived before her.
I fucking love her.
She suddenly closes her sketchpad, mumbling something about the light, and gets off the edge. When she turns and sees me, she smiles as if she is truly happy to see me. Her whole face lighting up, sparkling her green eyes. Man, how I love seeing her smile like that! It's like all her troubles are gone just by seeing me.
"Back on being a creepy stalker, I see." She laughs before pecking my lips, which actually sets me on fire.
I kiss her back, making her gasp of surprise. For the past week, I always tried to keep every kiss or embrace we had chaste, and she has been the one who always tried to get things wilder. But now, I am passionately kissing her, cupping her face in my hands, and bringing her closer to me.
When she wraps her hands around me (dropping her sketchpad on the floor), I lift her up and she folds her legs around my waist. She kisses me as ardently as I am kissing her. I start walking back, and when I bump into the door, I turn and tackle her against it. My hands fierily caress her bare thighs since she is wearing shorts and I kiss my way to her collarbone, knowing that when I'll start to suck her soft skin there, she will send me to the edge by her simple moaning.
And she does. I try to steady myself, and so I let her stand on her feet, keeping my eyes closed. Suddenly, I feel her hand unbuttoning my jeans, and I take her hand to stop her.
"Not here." She looks at me, shocked and insulted. "I want to Clary, you have no idea how much I do, but not here. Let's go downstairs."
With that, I take her in my arms, bridal style and she puts her hand on her mouth before bursting in laughter.
"You don't have to be so cliché! I'm not a princess."
"No, you're not. You're way more awesome than a stupid princess."
She chuckles and wraps her hands around my neck to kiss me. I don't know how I manage to get us to my room, but finally, she is on my bed, her legs around me. She smiles to me, biting her lower lip and turning me on like I never I thought she could.
My hand starts flickering under her sweater when she suddenly flips us around, finding herself on top of me. She takes off her sweater and smiles down to me before leaning to whisper in my ear:
"God Jace, I want you! I want you so much!"
I don't think she knows what she's doing to me just by saying those words. I get even harder than I already was, swiftly bringing her closer to me to kiss her. My hands are in her hair while hers are flying all over my chest before pulling the hem of my shirt and taking it off of me.
Then she kisses my jaw, my neck, my chest, her lips lingering every time a little longer when she kisses one of my tattoos. I have my eyes closed and I have to take very long deep breaths to steady myself, but when she starts kissing her way down my stomach, her hands unbuttoning my trousers, I take back control of the situation.
I turn her, making her gasp, and remove her shirt in the process. I look down at her in her lacy black bra and shorts. I don't know how I still manage to keep control of myself like that. She smiles at me, and I smile back to her, feeling things I never thought I would feel with a girl in my bed.
Slowly, I kiss her stomach, going a little bit lower with every kiss, and when I am at her shorts, I unbutton them with my teeth, making her suck in a breath. Once her shorts are out of the way, I leisurely get rid of her underwear, matching her bra, and slowly slide my fingers in her, feeling her wetness.
I look at her while I am fondling her, seeing how much she is enjoying it. When my thumb touches her clit, she gasps and opens her eyes in surprise, and I feel my fingers getting wetter. I kiss her, and she crushes my face to hers, deepening the kiss, and when my other hand unclasped her bra, she arches herself to me, releasing a moan that forces me to stop for a second in order to control myself.
She lets go of my hair to undo my trousers, and when her hand gets a grip on my erection, I can't help but moan myself. I feel her smile through our kiss before she starts wanking me, her hand going through all my length.
I pull myself from her and looked at her in the eyes. Man, she is so beautiful!
"Clary, are you sure?" She nods, before adding, her voice heavy with lust:
"I want to feel you! I want to feel you, right now Jace."
I bite my lips to avoid a moan to escape them and look for a condom in the nightstand. Once I get the hold on one, I go back to kissing her, more passionately than ever, and slowly, I kiss my way down to her clit.
When my lips are finally on her sweet spot, I start sucking it, feeling her get wetter. She moans before softly murmuring my name and I quickly put on the condom, still making her shiver with my tongue.
Suddenly, she grabs my hair, and I know she needed more. I lift myself up and she opens her legs for me to come in her. Slowly I enter her, making her arch and moan, and when I am completely in, I start going back and forth. She plants her nails in my back, scratching it and asking for more, which only makes me harden my thrust.
She is gasping for air when I start going down on her harder and she locks her legs around my back. I kiss her and slowly go to her collarbone, sucking her skin and making her scream my name. How I love hearing her say my name like that! That is something no one else should hear but me.
I can feel her walls tighten around me, bringing me ever closer to paroxysm. I try to slow it down, knowing that I will finish soon otherwise, but she begs me to go on, faster. So I harden and quicken my thrust, bringing us both to perfect bliss, with her fingers planted in my back and my head hidden in the hollow of her neck.
Our panted breaths are just one, and after a moment of resting on her, I roll on the side, not wanting to be too heavy on her. She seems a bit disappointed for a moment but snuggles in my arms when I open them to her.
I smile at this image: Clary in my arms, just after sex. 'God I love you, Clary!'
She snaps her head up to look at me, incomprehension gleaming in her bright eyes. Shit, did I just said that out loud? She doesn't say anything, and I kiss her forehead unsure of what to do else. I have never been in this kind of position, me in the bed with the girl I loved.
She smiles and dozes off a bit on my chest, not saying anything on what I said (or did I?). I stay a moment like that, staring at the ceiling, doing nothing except enjoying this moment and the feeling of glee that it is procuring me.
I eventually get up to use the bathroom (and also get rid of the condom), and when I come back, she is up, next to my desk with my shirt on her, holding a picture frame in her hands. She is looking at it with a curious look on her face. I take her in my arms and look at the picture with her, my chin on her shoulder. It's the only picture I have of my father and Valentine. They were dressed in jeans and shirts, sitting on the grass and with dreams in their eyes.
"That's my father and my Godfather." She points Valentine, her voice suddenly blank.
"That's your Godfather?"
"Yes, that's Valentine."
She doesn't say anything, keeping all her emotions inside of her and after staring at the picture a little longer, she puts it back on the desk. I hug her tighter and kiss her neck, but she doesn't react to it.
"You okay?"
"Yes, I just need a shower."
I let go of her and she goes to the bathroom without looking back at me once. I sit on the bed, wondering what I have done wrong and hoping that she doesn't feel threatened by my declaration. When I hear the water flow, I just try to ease this feeling that I have that there is something awfully wrong.
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