Jace laughed as Alec, Magnus, and Simon, shoved him inside the elevator. Clary had been sent up by Isabelle, Maia, Helen, and Aline to their hotel room to wait for him as he said his goodbyes to the rest of the lingering guests. He tapped his foot in anticipation as the elevator stopped at their floor, and he got out, rushing to their room.

Once he opened the door with the key, his mind and body focused on one thing.

Or rather, person.

His wife.

Wife. How good it felt to finally say that.

The room was dimmed, one lamp lit, but it was just enough for him to make out Clary's face. She stood before him, her hands fisting her wedding gown.

Jace stepped forward, keeping his eyes locked on hers as her chest heaved. Jace took off his shoes, carelessly shoving them to the side. He faced his wife, smiling gently.

"The cure for love is the ultimate union, Jace," She whispered, her eyes warm yet nervous.

"Thank the angel for making me bump into you at the Pandemonium so I could meet you."

"Thank the angel for granting such a brave man like you as a husband to me."

"May the angel let this union last for eternity. May the angel never separate us from each other, Clarissa Herondale."

"May the angel grant us a long life with our children," Clary bit her lip, peering up at him behind her lashes.

Clary swallowed as he pressed his mouth to her forehead, then down between her brows, onto her nose, and finally, for the first that day, onto her lips.

At first, she barely felt him. He was just….there. The contact between their mouths as light as a feather. When she let out a breathy sigh, he seemed to have snapped. His lips ravished hers, the kiss turning possessive, dominating.

His large, warm hand traveled down to her waist, pulling her flush against him. When he pulled away, he gazed into her eyes and found them wide with desire.

Jace pulled her veil off, then the few pins holding up her simple hairstyle. Clary's thick, long red hair fell in light curls down her back, reaching her waist.

Jace pushed her locks over her shoulder, and her breathing sped up as he unclasped the button at the top of her dress, then took hold of the zipper.

"Jace," She breathed. He pressed a kiss to her neck as he brought the zipper down, then pushed the entire thing off her shoulders, leaving her clad in just a thin, baby blue slip.

He pressed her back to his chest as he ran his hands down her curvaceous body, savoring her warmth. "You're beautiful, love. Do you want this?" He asked, making sure this wouldn't be something she would regret.

She nodded, mute.

Jace stopped cold, turning her around to face him. He lifted her chin up when she wouldn't meet his gaze, choosing instead to stare at the floor.

"Do you want this?" He asked again. He needed to know she wouldn't regret giving her virginity right away.

Clary bit her lip as pink tinged her cheeks, "Yes."

Jace's eyes felt heavy with his desire as he leaned down, pulling her ear lobe in between his teeth. "Good, because so do I."

Her breathing hitched, and she pressed her face into his still-clothed chest as he pushed the straps of her chemise down her shoulders, the silky material baring her to him as it fell to the ground.

Jace, struggling to not pounce on her, pulled her face away from him so she could meet his eyes, "Don't," His voice was deep, husky. "Don't shy away from me. I'm your husband; I'm going to take care of you."

He took satisfaction in the shiver he felt run through her as he gently tugged her lip out of her mouth. Jace stepped back, his eyes raking down her figure. Her chest heaved with her breaths, the rosy nipples on her large breasts stiff.

Her hips curved deeply, and her thighs clenched together when his gaze strayed back up to her chest.

Jace, his eyes on his wife's, reached behind him and undid his tie, then slowly peeled off his clothes.

Clary's eyes darkened, her throat worked as she swallowed, eyes widening as she looked him up and down.

Jace smirked darkly, "Lie down on the bed."

Clary exhaled and obeyed.

Jace stalked towards her, slowly, like a lion waiting to pounce on a lamb.

He climbed up on top of her, supporting most of his weight on his elbows. Her breasts pressed against his chest as he kissed her, and the moans she released as he moved his lips down to her chest drove him crazy.

Insane.

Wild.

While his mouth worked wonders on her soft mounds, he brought his hand down to her core, cupping her, smiling as he felt the wetness against his palm.

Clary hissed, "Jace."

"Hmm?" He lightly sunk his teeth into her neck, sucking. He slid two fingers in her as he pulled back to watch the pleasure wash over her features.

Her core hot, tight, and wet around the two digits, he fingered her, slowly, watching ecstasy take over her. She panted, her hair spread out like fire behind her as her body shook and quivered.

Just as she was about to fall over the edge, he pulled his hand out.

"No," She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.

Jace chuckled, "Don't worry, Clary, you're about to get much more than that."

Clary's eyes snapped open, and she gasped as her gaze wandered to his manhood, which lay hard and thick on her hip.

Jace shifted, positioning himself at her entrance, all the while keeping his eyes trained on her face, looking for any hint of fear or regret.

When he found nothing but desire and want, he slowly sank into her tightness, just an inch or two, and they both moaned.

Jace pressed his lips to hers, "This is going to hurt, love."

Clary nodded, gazing up at him, her pupils dilated, cheeks flushed. "Go," She breathed.

Jace didn't hold back; with one hard thrust and a loud groan, he was seated to the hilt inside her, her insides gripping him tight, like a fist.

Clary let out a small cry, squeezing her eyes shut as she clutched onto his shoulders.

"I love you," He whispered, kissing her lightly.

"I love you, too," She smiled a little, grimacing at the same time.

Savoring the heat surrounding his member, Jace pushed the strands of hair away from her face, "I'm going to move now, okay?"

When Clary nodded, he pulled away, leaving just the tip in, before slamming back inside her. Her breathy sighs got louder as grunts were ripped out of his chest.

He kept a steady pace, wanting to go gentle yet unable to slow down, the pleasure consuming him, overwhelming him, possessing him. Clary arched her back as she moaned deep from her throat, visibly unable to speak coherently, a layer of sweat covering her body, emerald eyes squeezed shut.

His muscles burned as he neared the peak of his climax, when he felt her clench around him tightly, coming, and he gripped her hips as he spilled into her, finally reaching his release.

He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting as he grinned. "Mine," He whispered against her breast.

"Yours," Clary breathed, her green eyes filled with love, her fingers gentle as they combed through his blond hair. "Forever yours."

"Forever, Mrs. Herondale, forever."