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Clary sat down on the bed, it was extremely comfy, she could imagine it being a King's bed. She sighed as she ran her hand along the soft sheets and gazed around the room, surprised to find it so bare. The walls were white with gold lining the edges. There was nothing out of place and no dust anywhere. She looked at the owner of the room.

Neat freak, she thought.

"Drink?" Jace asked, pouring some brown liquid from a decanter, Clary nodded, she need something to help her relax after what Luke had just said. He handed her the glass and Clary gulped it down in one swallow. The alcohol burned in her throat but warmed in her belly.

Jace set the glasses down and sat next to her, placing his hand comfortingly on her knee.

"Clary, I'm sorry that this all happened to you. You had a really tough life and now you are finding all of this out? I have no idea what you're going through, but I'm here if you need me."

Clary looked into his eyes. They were luminous, golden and transfixing. She really soaked Jace in. His tousled-on-purpose golden halo of hair, his perfectly sculpted face, angular and tanned, his dazzling smile with one of his teeth chipped that showed even the most beautiful of things had flaws. His leanly muscled body, working perfectly with him. He knew how to carry himself. His delicate fingers, long and elegent.

He was so beautiful it hurt. She reached out a hand and traced his cheek bone delicately.

"Clary," Jace said, a little breathily. "What are you doing?"

Clary continued tracing his face, not saying anything. She got to his lips, his soft and shapely lips, she wanted nothing more than to press hers against them and feel them all over her. She leant forward, slowly, swallowing the emotion filled lump in her throat.

She pressed her lips to his, her hands still on his face and brought him closer. Jace resisted, but even then his lips were soft. He pushed her back and looked into her eyes, his seemed to glow.

"Clary, what are you doing?" He asked again and this time she answered.

"I just wanted to forget, for a moment, just forget everything."

"Clary..."

"Please Jace; you said you would help me. Please, help me forget."

He seemed to fight with himself and Clary had just about given up, thrown in the towel and left the room, when he came back, his lips crashing against hers with such a force she knew they would be swollen.

He gripped her hair—which was up in a ponytail—tightly, pulling slightly, and Clary tangled her hands in his golden locks. She leaned back and Jace went with her, lying on top of her.

The feel of him against her was amazing, but she wanted—no needed—to feel more. She separated from Jace, stopping the kiss. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with desire.

"Jace, I want you." Clary breathed.

"Clary, I need you."

His lips were on hers again and they knew there would be no going back.

Clary undid the buttons of his shirt, running her hands across his supple body. Jace discarded his shirt and lifted the hem of her's. Clary moved so that they were both sitting up. Jace lifted the shirt over her head and began to remove her jeans. Clary was now clad in her bra and panties.

Jace moved his lips down her jaw and along her neck; Clary felt a fire build up inside of her.

"Jace," she said breathily unable to finish her sentence. Jace knew exactly where to touch her. His lips were pressed against the side of her neck, putting a light as a feather pressure along her jugular and his fingertips trailed down her sides, causing a delicious shiver to go through her.

Clary couldn't form thoughts anymore; she couldn't speak and felt as if she would stop breathing at any moment. She didn't know what to do with her hands, she had never been with someone like Jace, someone who was taking care of her needs instead of paying her to get his needs met. Clary reached up and grabbed his hair tightly, a strangled moan escaped her.

Through the hazy cloud that had taken over her thoughts, one thing was clear. Clary and Jace were in dangerous territory, if they kept going there was no turning back. That thought took over and made Clary pull back away from Jace.

"Jace, wait." He blinked at her, his eyes overcome with a lustfulness that made Clary's loins clench and her thoughts almost evaporate. She stood and moved to the wall, putting some distance between them. He stood, tilting his head. Clary looked him up and down, noticing the bulge in his pants. This angel wanted her, she saw it in his eyes and she wanted him, she had wanted him since the moment they had met and now she wasn't going to have him? Her fantasies fulfilled?

"Clary, I'm sorry that I let it get that far I just couldn't control myself. You are just so beautiful and I have wanted you like this for so long I couldn't—" He had walked up to her while speaking and when she heard his words Clary knew she was lost. There would be no going back. She wanted Jace, her boss, her saviour, her angel and he wanted her.

She seized the moment.

Carpe Diem.

She grabbed the waistband of his pants and pulled him towards her, undoing his belt and pants, staring into his eyes. He was so close, she would just have to lean a little closer to touch his lips but she didn't. His pants dropped and Jace looked at Clary, not moving, waiting for her to make the first move. She reached behind her and pulled her hair from its ponytail and undoing her bra, letting it drop in the space between them. Jace didn't move his gaze from her eyes.

Clary grabbed his hand and placed it onto her breast, keeping her eyes on his. Jace slowly massaged the breast and then his index finger circling the areola around her nipple. Clary shivered and tried to keep her moan in, savouring this moment. She let her hand skim the lump in his boxers and felt a slight twitch.

Clary held in for as long as she could but with Jace touching her, that wasn't very long. She grabbed each side of his face and brought it down to her, her lips pressing softly to his and then with more pressure as he responded. She let her tongue go over his bottom lip until he opened his mouth to her and she let her tongue massage his. His hands went down to her lower back, holding her firmly against him and then, it was as if an elastic band had snapped, Jace grabbed her ass and lifted her, her arms around his neck, her legs around his hips. He leaned her back against the wall, his fully body weight on her and Clary moaned at the sensations he was causing within her.

Her reaction to Jace scared her, aside from being pure unadulterated lust and wanting she also felt as if a missing part of her had been found.

Clary didn't like that feeling.

Jace manoeuvred her so that he was now holding Clary bridal style as he carried her to the bed. Placing her down so that her head was on the pillows and he was hovered over her, kissing her nose, lips, jaw, neck, all over her face and then making a trail down her breasts and to her panties. Clary's hands were clenching and unclenching at her sides as Jace, painfully slow, removed her underwear with his teeth. He looked down at her for a moment, taking in the sight of her completely naked. Clary had never felt more exposed or turned on in her life. Then he lowered his head between her legs and all thought left her.

His tongue slowly licked up her slit and Clary moaned. He was teasing her, letting his tongue out and retreating. Clary couldn't take it; she spread her legs, all propriety gone.

"Clary," Jace said with a frustrated tone, closing her legs again and continuing to tease her. She nearly lost it, she could feel herself unravelling, she could feel her orgasm bubbling to the surface and then, finally, he stopped teasing and opened her legs and flicked his tongue on her clitoris, in and out, causing a guttural sound to claw its ways from her throat.

Jace knew exactly what he was doing; he had a gift with that tongue. He would lick around her swollen nub and then, just touch her, each time bringing her closer to her orgasm and each time retreating back to teasing. Clary grabbed her own breasts, the sensation causing her to gasp. She had never felt like this before. All the men she had been with, all of the touches, kisses, looks, nothing compared to what Jace could do to her. He could look at her and have her trembling.

"Jace, I can't hold—" She cut herself off with a shriek of ecstasy as he nibbled her clitoris. Nibbled it, as in he bit it. Clary had no idea that could feel so good. She was lost then, lost in an orgasmic cloud in which Jace was nothing but pleasure. When she came down from her cloud Jace was lying next to her on his back, smiling with a smug satisfaction.

Clary looked over at him, feeling slightly exposed because of her nakedness and he turned his head at the same time. For a long moment, they just stared into one another's eyes.

Until Jace broke the silence that is.

"Well, I don't think I have ever heard you raise your voice so much." Clary laughed suddenly, it was strange that she was laying next to Jace, naked, him almost so, an image she had fantasized about for months and now, here she was, and she was giggling.

"You really know what you're doing." She said and he grinned.

"I have much experience and," A look of desire passed over his features. "I'm just getting started." He rolled over until he was on his side and took one of her nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. Clary gasped, the fact that she had just come crashing down from a euphoric cloud seemed to increase the pleasure and add a slight, erotic pain to it.

Clary arched her back towards Jace's mouth as he moved to hover over her; she felt the material of his boxers press against her opening, slicking the cotton with her juices. She thrust forward experimentally and Jace let out a slight groan and sucked harder on her nipple. Clary grabbed his hair, tugging slightly until his head was off her chest and she brought it down, devouring his lips with hers and she tasted herself on his lips, the salty taste making her moan. Jace let his hands run over her body, his fingertips lightly touching her skin causing gooseflesh to appear.

Clary, in a sudden act of boldness, flipped them so that she was straddling Jace. She kissed along his jaw and nibbled his earlobe. He fisted his hand in her hair as she worked her lips down his neck and then trailed down his body, making sure to tease his nipples with a slight flick of her tongue.

She knew what she was doing, men used to pay her for this, the build up before the climax. She had done it so many times it hadn't bothered her, but she had a feeling that with Jace, she would even enjoy it and she never had before.

She removed his boxers and Jace kicked them off, fisted her hair again, his other hand behind his head.

Oh you just relax honey; you have no idea what I have in store for you.

Clary wrapped her hand around Jace's hard length; he was big, especially in her small hand. Clary couldn't wait to feel him inside of her. Clary teased him, looking up and meeting his blazing gaze. She trailed her fingers down his penis, barely touching, causing a shiver to go through him. Satisfied, she slowly lowered her head and licked from his tip to his balls, making him shiver once more before, finally, wrapping her mouth around him and taking him deep into her mouth, nearly covering the entire length of him.

Clary had discovered, after many nights of this, that she had quite a good gag reflex and it took a lot to set it off. Jace was the first one to come close.

Clary continued sucking, occasionally swirling her tongue around his tip and grazing it with her teeth. Jace's hand was still fisted in her hair, guiding her head up and down. His other hand soon joined and Clary began to move faster, feeling his end coming closer.

Jace pulled slightly on her hair, it only turned her on more and then, surprising her even further, Jace moved so that he sat up, one hand in her hair, the other seeking her depths and immediately plunging two fingers in. Clary moaned around his penis, it seemed to feel good, if Jace's moan was anything to go by. He added a third finger and pumped them faster than Clary thought possible. It wasn't supposed to be like this though.

He was supposed to be receiving pleasure and she was supposed to give it. He wasn't supposed to give her pleasure aswell, it had never happened like that before.

Then Clary realised, Jace was different to any man she had ever been with. He didn't want her just because she was there, he wasn't paying her, he had wanted her for some time, she knew he had and now he had her and he was going to make her remember it.

Clary reached behind her anyway and removed his hand, to keep him satisfied, she placed it on her breast and Jace massaged it as he continued to groan. Clary felt him coming closer, his grip in her hair tightened and he grasped her breast painfully. He spilt his liquid into her throat and Clary swallowed greedily. Lifting her head to look at him, she took her finger and swiped around the tip of his penis, catching any stray drops before placing the finger in her mouth and sucking on it slowly, sensually.

"Clary," Jace said breathlessly, combing his fingers in one side of her hair, his palm resting against her cheek. "I have never wanted someone so much in my life."

Clary stared, had he really just said that? What did that mean? Did he have feelings for her? She tried not to read too much into it and smiled slyly.

"Didn't you say you were just getting started?" Jace gave her a mischievous grin before knocking her backwards. He gripped her wrists in his hands as he positioned himself between her legs.

"Oh, trust me, I am." He kissed her slowly, seeking every crevice in her mouth as he aligned his penis to her opening. He was about to thrust forward when something startling occurred to Clary.

"Wait!" She gasped and he froze.

"Stop?" He asked, looking unsure of himself. Jace was never one to be unsure of himself.

"Condom."

Jace laughed, although how he found the possibility of Clary falling pregnant funny was beyond her.

"Oh, my dear sweet Clary, when I said I was just getting started, I meant it." He kissed her as he thrust forward, completely filling her. Clary whimpered it had been a while since she had had sex and Jace was the biggest she had ever seen so she had to adjust to him. Jace kept himself fully sheathed in her as he continued to kiss her, removing one of his hands from her wrists and putting it between them, rubbing her clitoris, not letting Clary lose any buzz she had from him.

Clary moaned and experimentally thrust forward, feeling some pain but it wasn't just pain in the conventional sense, it heightened her pleasure. Jace took the look on her face as a good sign and began to thrust again, going in a rhythm of slow and then fast, filling her completely and only by half. It had Clary thrashing beneath him, but with her hands pinned by Jace's, there was little she could do.

He was being dominant with her and she couldn't believe how much she enjoyed it.

"Jace, I can't...I can't breathe!" She said, gasping. The things he was doing felt better than anything had before in her life and she felt as if there was not enough oxygen in the world to fill her lungs up again. "Jace," She couldn't articulate what she was feeling, there were not enough words. Amazing. Sensational. Erotic. There was one thing she knew the truth of. One thing Jace would yield to her in his dominant form. "Don't—don't stop!" She gasped out a moan as he increased his speed once more.

How is he not cumming?

Clary screamed out, not caring how loud she was nor if anyone could hear and if they could they would feel nothing but jealousy. As Clary came down once more, shaking with aftershocks, Jace was waiting for her, aligned with her body, looking down at her, leaning his head on his hand as he lay on his side. Clary couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of him, he had a thin layer of sweat covering his body as did she and Clary couldn't help herself, she moved so that she mimicked his position and leaned forward, licking the sweat from his neck, feeling him shudder.

"You gotta tell me," she began, pulling back and looking straight into his eyes, centimetres separating them. "Am I going to have to take a pregnancy test?" Jace laughed and grasped her hips, rolling over until she straddled him; he sat up, teasing her nipple.

"No, I have become very good at telling when I am going to..." He grasped for a word.

"Spill?" Clary filled in the blank.

"Yes, don't worry Clary, even if you were at risk, I'd take care of you."

"Oh I have no doubt." She pushed him back and sat on his dick, rolling her hips around. He gripped her hips firmly; hard enough that Clary suspected there might be bruising in the morning.

"Fuck," He groaned, arching up as she moved up and down, literally riding him. Jace seemed to love this and Clary smirked, mentally noting that if she and Jace were ever in bed again, to tease him with this.

The thought of doing all this again with Jace, caused a series of images to flash through her mind and caused her to increase the friction, feeling as though there wasn't enough Jace for her to touch. She bent over him and kissed him, wanting to taste every inch of him, wanting to have his scent, his touch, everything that was Jace, staining her skin. Imprinted on her mind. She never wanted to leave this moment; she never wanted to go back to a professional relationship.

She wanted Jace, all of him, forever.

They both came at the same time, looking into each other's eyes. There was something very intimate about that and Clary savoured it all.

Rolling off of Jace, Clary laid on her back, thinking what she should do now. Jace had managed not to come in her—thank god—and was cleaning up himself.

Was it over? Clary asked herself. No more sex? Should I go to my own bed? Shower?

Her questions were answered when Jace put his arm under her, bringing her to him. Clary tucked her head into the crook where his shoulder and neck met. Jace had his arm around her, drawing random patterns with the tips of his fingers along her side. Clary had her arm thrown across his hard stomach.

This was a peaceful, pleasant, bliss filled moment and Clary hoped that every night would be like this, that she would fall asleep in his arms.

She realised, as she dozed off and Jace kissed her forehead, that for the first time in her life, Clary would wake up to someone she cared about holding her. She would wake up happy.

She smiled as sleep took her.

So, how was that? Lemony enough for you? Too much lemon?

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