Jace rocked his hips against Clary's, massaging her breasts with his expert hands. He was delighted with her moaning and squealing, but she would not look at him in the eyes. It had been days since he had seen her lovely, emerald eyes.
"Why don't you look at me, Clary?" Jace asked as he rolled her nipples between his fingers.
"I can't stand you anymore," she gasped between breaths, her body lurching up under his ministrations.
Jace smirked, "The way I make you feel, the way you moan under my touch, it doesn't seem that way."
Clary said absolutely nothing.