"Clary, talk to me," Jace whispered as he stroked her right breast with his hand. He was lying next to her still body, his own right hand propping his hand up on his palm.
Clary remained still, trying to bite down on her growing arousal as Jace teased her nipples wit his feather-like touches.
"Fine," he whimpered, "If you won't talk to me, then I'll make you moan for me."
Jace slowly slid his hand between her thighs and caressed her mound with his palm. "I know how much this turns you on, Clary. You won't stay quiet for long."