Chapter 49: Clace lemons and some angst (of course). Clary and Jace rejoice in each other's arms, but of course Jonathan is working his game to get his wifey back. A-hole.
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Previously: "Jonathan stared into his father's lifeless black eyes, waiting for him to blink or sit up to backhand him. It didn't happen. He's gone. He checked Valentine's pulse and dropped his father's hand. The king is dead, long live the king."
Clary stepped out of the tub, squeezed the water from her hair, and started to dry herself off. She jumped and giggled when she felt strong, warm arms wrap around her from behind, gently cupping and squeezing her breasts. Jace. Soft lips grazed her neck and jaw as he pressed himself against her. She felt his rock hard arousal press into her back and she melted against him. He looked up from his work and locked eyes with hers in the mirror. His golden eyes were dark with lust and the smirk faded from his face. Clary stared back at him and raised her arms above her head, tangling her hands in his hair. Jace hungrily watched her breasts rise with the movement. Clary blushed and bit her lip. "I want you, Jace." Jace's eyes widened as he looked at her mouth. He hummed and turned her around to face him, sliding his hands down her back and squeezing her naked ass. He sighed. "I want you too, baby. But– but only if you're ready. I've missed you, but..." He leaned down and kissed her lips. He's worried about me… thinks I'm fragile. God, I feel pathetic.
Clary pressed her breasts against his stomach and looked up at him, reaching down, she gripped his cock, pumping it in her hand. Time to be direct. Jace gasped and squeezed her ass harder. I am so ready. "Jace. Take me in that bedroom and show me how much you've missed me. I certainly am ready to show you. I'm not fragile or broken, okay? He doesn't get to win– yes, I've been through a lot, but I'm going to be okay now that we're together." His cock twitched in her hand and he swallowed. She nipped his bottom lip. "Baby, I want you to fuck me like you mean it." Jace growled and scooped Clary over his shoulder as she squealed and laughed. "Yes ma'am… let the fucking commence!" They both laughed as Jace kicked the bathroom door open and bounded through the bedroom, playfully tossing her on the bed. Clary rolled onto her back, sat up on her elbows, and stared longingly at Jace standing at the edge of the bed. His golden hair was wet, curling behind his ears, his toned chest and abs glistened in the dim light. Greek god. His muscular arms rippled as he reached down and circled his hands around her ankles, pulling her towards him. He dropped to his knees beside the bed. "I need to get you ready, if I'm going to fuck you like I mean it, sweetheart." Clary shivered and her nipples hardened, as her pussy moistened with desire. Oh my.
Jace looked down at the gorgeous woman laying before him. I can't believe she's here. He reached forward, sliding his hands under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Jace looked up into her emerald eyes through his lashes, as he placed a gentle kiss on her smooth mound. Clary quietly gasped, licking her lips. I haven't tasted her in so long. He pulled back, running his eyes over the evidence of Morgenstern's brutality between her legs. How could that monster do this to her? Make it better. Jace ran his nose back and forth across her mound, nuzzling, licking and kissing it. He stroked his hands up and down her silken thighs and pushed her legs further apart. Clary wiggled and moaned, her chest rising and falling as she started to pant. "Oh Jace… please, baby. I'm so wet–" How can I refuse that? Jace growled against her and buried his face between her legs, as Clary cried out and wound her hands into his hair. "Oh god, oh god, baby!" She rolled her hips and arched her back, moaning loudly. She tastes like perfection. Jace grinned against her sex, licking strong and slow into her moist heat, his dick hardening painfully. I can't wait to be inside of her again. It's been so long. Slowly, tortuously he slid two fingers deep into her and began to pump in and out, as he licked and sucked her clit between his lips. So tight. Clary released his hair and Jace quickly looked up between her legs to see Clary writhing and fondling her breasts. Oh shit. That is so fucking hot.Jace felt Clary's velvet walls tighten and quiver around his fingers and knew she was racing to her peak. Jace gave her clit one last hard suck and curved his fingers inside of her. Clary screamed as she came hard on his tongue and fingers. "Yes, yes, oh my god, Jace!" Jace hummed deeply into her as he continued to pump his fingers, letting her ride out her orgasm. She squealed and gripped the sheets above her head, as her tight heat fluttered violently around his fingers.
He continued to watch her gasp and pant as her climax finally began to ebb. She sighed heavily and crossed her arms over her face, her shoulders and chest shaking. Oh no. Is she crying? Jace watched her carefully as he gently pulled his fingers from her and climbed the bed beside her. He gently pulled her arms from her face to see tears in her eyes as she shook with laughter. Should I be insulted? Jace climbed on top of her, careful not to crush her. Nuzzling her neck, he whispered in her ear. "What's so funny, pretty girl? Did I accidentally lick your funny bone?" Clary giggled and wiped her eyes. "No, baby. I'm just so happy for the first time in months. I– I love you so much." Jace hummed and pressed his lips against hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss. They rolled around on the bed, stroking, caressing, and fondling each other, reacquainting themselves with each other's bodies. Jace's cock grew harder as he rubbed against her nude body. Fuck. I'm going to die if I don't get inside of her. As if she read his thoughts, Clary climbed on top of Jace's lap, straddling him. She rolled her hips seductively and Jace felt her wet heat rub on his hardness. He groaned and palmed her breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs across her nipples. "I want you, Clary."
Clary moaned and rocked against his erection, as Jace kissed up and down her neck. She cupped his face in her hands and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, running her tongue across it. She knows exactly what I like. Moaning into her mouth Jace sat up against the pile of pillows at the head of the bed, gripping her hips. Clary pulled her face back and licked her lips as she looked down at him. She raised herself up onto her knees and reached back for Jace's cock, lining him up with her opening. He felt her nipples graze his chest and he nearly cried out from need. Jace's mouth fell open and he gasped as she slowly lowered herself onto him. So fucking tight. I won't last.
Jace shuddered as Clary's muscles quivered around him and he started pumping up into her. She gasped on top of him, rolling her hips, meeting his strong thrusts, she rode him furiously. God, yes. Clary leaned down and nuzzled his neck, brushing her nipples against him. "I want to feel you on top of me. I want to feel every inch, baby. Hard." He felt his arousal coil even tighter inside of her. She's trying to kill me. Jace smirked and reached down, grasping her ass, he flipped them over. It had been so long since they'd been together. "Shit, baby. You feel so goddamn good. I'm not going to last long–" Jace pulled himself all the way out of her and ran his hands up and down her thighs, trying to calm down. Clary pouted flirtatiously, massaged and kneaded her breasts and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Please, Jace… I'm so ready for you." Oh fuck. He swallowed and nodded, watching her touch herself and gripped her hips. Looking down between them he watched his engorged cock slowly slide into her tight heat. Her pussy quivered and clenched around him, still sensitive from her first orgasm. Moaning, Clary arched her back, reached over her head and gripped the wooden headboard. She loves this position. "Hard, baby. Please." Yes ma'am. Jace leaned forward and kissed her deeply as he thrust forcefully into her, plunging to the hilt with each stroke. "God, Clary…so fucking tight. Oh, baby– I love you so much." Clary moaned into his mouth, tangling her tongue with his.
Clary ran her hands through his hair, her nails grazing his scalp, gasping and grunting in high-pitched spurts, meeting his powerful strokes. "I love you, baby. Oh god, oh god…Jace!" Jace covered her mouth with his and shuddered as he felt her silken walls clamp painfully then flutter deliciously around him. Clary. Clary. Clary. Jace increased his speed, pumping furiously into her, prolonging her orgasm. She returned his kisses and clasped her hands onto his ass, pulling him deeper into her as she writhed and gasped beneath him. Jace felt his lower abdomen clench powerfully. So close! "Oh fuck, baby!" He threw his head back and roared as he exploded deep inside of Clary's quivering pussy. He collapsed on top of her, sliding his arms under her back and nuzzling his face between her breasts. Clary panted and scratched his back in ecstasy, then slowed as her orgasm began to ebb. Finally, I have her back. Jace gently licked and sucked her nipples, as she gasped and rolled her hips. He continued to slowly stroke in and out of her until he was finally spent. He slowly rolled off of Clary and pulled the covers over them, kissing her shoulder softly. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, she melted back against him, covering his hands with hers. They whispered loving words and promises to each other in the darkness, kissing and making love throughout the night, finally collapsing into an exhausted sleep.
Clary handed Jace a cup of coffee and sat next to him on the couch. He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her temple. "Thank you, sweetheart." He looked over at her, running his eyes over her face and down her front. "You look beautiful this morning, my love." Clary blushed and snuggled against him, sipping her coffee. She felt better after her shower and finally got to wear the comfortable clothes she had picked out the night before. She hadn't had much use for them last night, as she and Jace had spent hours making love, cuddling, kissing, and talking. That morning, she had awakened with a start, strong arms wrapped around her and jumped from the bed, screaming before she realized where she was. Before I realized he wasn't Jonathan.
Jace had gently pulled her back to bed and soothed her, holding her trembling body against him while she cried, thanking him for saving her and still loving her. Clary knew it would be quite a while before she felt safe again. I need to get back to New York with Jace. I need my friends. She hummed. "I'm not wearing any makeup and my hair is still damp, Jace. But, you're the sweetest." He looked at her with a confused look, then smirked at her. "Um. You are the most naturally beautiful woman I have ever seen, baby. I, being the most naturally beautiful man on earth, can attest to that. We are perfectly matched." Clary rolled her eyes and giggled, kissing him. I have missed this so much. Jace set their coffees on the table and pulled her onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her forehead against his, as they stared into each other's eyes. I could do this all day.
They both jumped when Jace's phone buzzed. He frowned when he pulled it out and put it on speaker. "Will. It's Jace and I have Clary here. What's going on? When can we get out of here?" Clary slid off of Jace's lap and sat beside him, biting her lip nervously. I hope he has news about Amatis. Clary heard Will clear his throat over the speaker. "Hello, cousin. Clary, I'm glad you're safe, love. Listen, you two. We were unable to retrieve Amatis at the gala. After she went rogue and shot Valentine, it was impossible to get near her. But, good news is, we were able to get a man inside of Morgenstern Manor, undercover. We know that she is still alive and being held in the lower levels." Clary covered her mouth, eyes filling with tears, as Jace gathered her in his arms. Will continued. "I'm sorry, Clary. We won't give up on her. Also– I uh– I hope you're sitting down for this. We've had some unexpected complications." Jace frowned and looked down at Clary, hugging her. He took the phone off of the speaker and got up from the couch, letting Clary know he'd be back and tell her everything. What the fuck happened?
Clary took a nervous sip of her coffee, hearing Jace's muffled voice from the other room, then downed it. She picked up the remote and turned on the TV. At first Clary didn't understand why she saw herself on television… with Jonathan. She saw happy pictures of them at her wedding, the gala, lunches in New York, New Year's Eve sushi with chef Tanaka, and more. The pictures depicted them as a couple in love. Then there was footage of her struggling with Jace at the gala, him cuffing her and putting her over his shoulder, pushing her into the SUV… then more security footage of Clary struggling with him at Edom, when he tried to force her to escape last week. Oh my god. What the fuck? Clary's heart started to race as she turned up the volume in time to see Jonathan, giving an interview after the gala last night. He looked devastated and exhausted, his tuxedo shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his hair mussed. "Please, help me bring my beautiful wife, Clarissa Fairchild Morgenstern, back home. She has been taken by her former boyfriend, New York Police detective Jace Herondale, who has been stalking and obsessed with her since their breakup in January. Please Jace release her. Please do not harm her again…" That motherfucker.
Clary stood up and dropped her empty coffee cup on the floor, shaking her head. Jonathan continued to take questions from reporters, his eyes becoming red, as if he had been crying. He talked about how they fell in love in New York, how he helped her discover her Fairchild legacy, her philanthropic endeavors, her mother's art in Idris… how Jace had gotten drunk and assaulted her at Pandemonium. The VIP room footage of him attacking her in his drug haze appeared across the screen. How did he get the footage from Pandemonium? The reporters asked for an update on Valentine and Amatis. Jonathan indicated his father had been wearing a vest and flown back to Morgenstern Manor for treatment, but was doing well. Fuck. He went on to tell the reporters that Amatis had been suffering from mental illness for some time and had a breakdown, which she would receive the best treatment for. He seriously played the hysterical woman card? Sexist pig!
At the end of the interview Jonathan looked right at the camera. Clary felt as though he was looking directly at her and she began to tremble. "Clarissa, love. If you're seeing this, know that we are doing everything we can to find you and bring you home where you belong. You know we have the best security and detectives in Idris, so do not despair. Poor Aunt Amatis really needs you back, it would be most helpful for her recovery. She adores you so…and is suffering without you. Father, Aunt Amatis, and I all love you. Be strong, my brave Idrian queen and remember, my love, I will always find you." He just threatened Amatis– ...most helpful in her recovery… suffering. The news began to re-run the story. Clary guessed it must be on a loop. How are we going to get out of Idris? He's going to fucking find me and kill Jace. Kill Amatis. Clary covered her face with her hands and sunk to her knees, sobbing. I'm going to lose my fucking mind. Strong arms lifted her from the floor. Jace. "Baby, hey. Shh." He rocked her in his arms, rubbing her back as she cried into his shirt, pointing to the television. "I know, Clary. Will told me everything and I saw the news in the bedroom. We'll figure a way out of this. I promise you." Clary sniffled and hugged him and nodded. How do I tell him how wrong he is? How do I make him understand that Jonathan always wins? Jace hoisted her up higher into his arms and took her to the bedroom. "Come on, sweetheart, let's lay down and talk everything through." God help us.