"M-my stele?" Jace groaned, his hips slowly heaving under Clary's, her petite hand guiding his erect shaft to the entrance of her vagina. He could feel the hot core against the tip of his penis.
"Yes, lover," she crooned, nestling his tip a little further into her. She had to stifle her moan, threatening to slip from her lips. She had to keep herself under control.
Jace's arm fluttered to the side table grappling with his jacket before he found his stele. Handing it out to Clarissa, he shrunk back into the sheets as she buried him within her warmth.