Jace looked at his lover through hooded eyes, her green emeralds surely burning holes right through his soul. He let his hands drop from her naked breasts and came to rest on her hips, bringing her further down against his aching crouch.
"Of course I do," he muttered, the intensity of his arousal nearly making him scream out in agony. He needed her now.
"I need your stele," Clary whispered, cupping his balls in her hand, making Jace's eyes roll back into his head. He groaned, his back arching, his groin pressed against her heat. They both gasped in unison.