Chapter 65: Clace quality time/Lemon. Heading to Idris. Jonathan being creepy…

TRIGGER WARNINGS: sexual content, non-con elements, voyuerism, mention of abuse, mention of rape and imprisonment.

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Previously: "She knew he wanted her to say that fucked up mantra– to tell him she belonged to him. Sick fuck. "I love Jace, Jonathan, and I belong to him. That's all you'll ever hear from me. Verus Amor, be damned… This is the last time you'll see me without a lawyer."

Jace walked into the penthouse foyer and placed his service revolver and shoulder holster in the closet. Sighing, he took off his boots and lined them up by the front door. It had been a long day at the precinct, handing off cases and debriefing with Robert and Maryse. He had picked up takeout from Clary's favorite Thai restaurant for dinner. He wanted her to enjoy their last dinner in New York for a while. Walking into the kitchen, he pulled the containers from the bag. The aroma of basil and garlic wafted around him and he smiled. Where is she? She was probably still packing, since they were leaving for Idris tomorrow. Fuck. Will's team, with Alec and Aaron, was already there, setting up security protocols, and preparing for their arrival. Tomorrow morning, they would fly with Maia on a private jet and meet the team at the airport. From there, he would keep Clary with him twenty four-seven, until they returned together to New York.

He walked down the hall to the master bedroom and smiled when he opened the door. He could hear the shower running in the bathroom and Clary's melodic humming. Mmm. I should clean up before dinner. Smiling, he quickly stripped out of his clothes and entered the steamy bathroom, eager to see her nude body. I need to touch her. Through the fogging glass, he could see his beautiful fiance, as she washed her hair. Her back was to him and she hummed a mindless tune. Her engagement ring sparkled on her hand as she massaged the conditioner into her crimson curls. I can't wait to marry her. Jace hummed and felt himself harden, as his arousal coiled deep in his abdomen. He opened the door and slipped in behind her. I want her so badly.

Jace smiled and watched her step under the wide shower stream, rinsing her thick hair. He sucked his lips into his mouth, watching the bubbles rinse down her back and over her curves. Her ass was rounder, even more lush. Jace swallowed and gripped his burgeoning erection, pumping it a few times. Clary had been quite demanding lately in the bedroom and Jace couldn't be happier about it. She had only gotten more sexy and alluring with her pregnancy and Jace had a difficult time containing himself, especially when she was naked. I just want to bend her ov– Jace jumped, ripped from his dirty thoughts. Clary looked at him over her shoulder, her emerald eyes traveling up and down his naked body. "Are you just going to stand behind me and stare at my ass, or are you going to get wet with me… although I certainly am enjoying watching you touch yourself, baby…" So hot and she knows it.

Jace smirked and quickly stepped up behind her, sliding his hands around her, cupping her breasts and capturing her lips with his. "You don't have to ask me twice, sweetheart." They kissed for a few minutes, tongues and teeth lapping and nipping at each other, under the water. Jace ground his hardness against her back and lathered her tight round belly, breasts, and neck with citrus body wash. Turning to face him, Clary slid her chest against his abdomen, back and forth, washing him with her body. Jace looked down, watching her swollen breasts press and rub against him and hardened more, his cock twitching in need. Jesus. Sighing, Clary looked up at him and pulled his face to hers, kissing him deeply. Jace palmed her ass and squeezed, groaning as she slid her lathered hands all over him, then down low, stroking his length. I'm so fucking hard. He dropped his head down to her neck, licking and sucking. "Clary, I want you… please baby." She moaned into his mouth and nodded her consent. "Mmm– yes, baby. Yes." She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, sliding her tongue back and forth across it. Fuck…

Jace growled lustfully and turned her around, grinding his want against her backside. Clary giggled as he slid a hand over her breasts, rubbing them, as his other hand slid down between her legs. He nuzzled her neck, sucking her earlobe. "Ready for me already, pretty girl? You're so hot and wet…" Clary sighed and nodded, as she leaned forward, placing her palms flat against the shower wall. She arched her back and pressed her ass against his groin, as he bent his knees, positioning himself behind her. Blushing, she looked over her shoulder at him and bit her lip and his eyes widened. "Jace, I need you to fuck my little pussy so hard, baby. Please…I need it so fucking bad." Oh shit. That was so fucking hot. I love her dirty mouth. Jace's mouth fell open, he nodded and licked his lips. Gripping Clary's hips, he leaned down, kissing her shoulder, brushing her back with his chest, as he pushed himself inside of her. So tight. Clary gasped and arched her back, lifting her ass up against him in welcome. He quickly began pumping in and out of her tight, slick heat, his pelvis slapping loudly against her backside. So good. Clary grunted and mewled high-pitched cries with each thrust. "Oh god, baby– harder." Harder? Jace's eyes widened and he growled as he pounded into her. Slowing his pace, he reached forward and gently pulled her to a standing position. Clary moaned loudly, laying her head back on his shoulder panting, as he drove deeper up into her. Jace sped up his strokes, as he felt Clary getting tighter and tighter around him, chasing her release. So close. Growling, he laced his hand around her jaw and leaned down to kiss her, devouring her hoarse moans. He slipped his other hand between her legs, teasing and rubbing her clit. Clary squealed, her slick heat quivering its warning around him. "Cum for me, beauty." Clary shuddered and cried out his name into his mouth as her velvet walls clamped painfully around him, then spasmed violently as she came harder than he'd felt in a long time. So close. Clary continued to gasp and writhe as he pumped into her furiously, her orgasmic quivering depths milking him and carrying him towards his peak. Jace's abdomen tightened as his cock hardened painfully, nearly cramping in need before he roared his release, exploding deep inside of her. Only then did he slow his movements, gently stroking in and out of her, relishing her, while together, they rode the ebbing waves of their ecstasy.

Jace opened his eyes with a start. What was that? He felt Clary stir beside him, whimpering. She nuzzled her face against his chest and cuddled closer to him, her leg sliding down his, just as she had fallen asleep earlier in the evening. He listened keenly in the dark, but heard nothing. I must have been dreaming. The clock on the bedside table read 3:16 AM. After their shower, he and Clary spent the evening making love, laughing, and eating reheated Thai food. It was heaven. He had never been with a woman who intrigued him and owned him the way Clary Fray did. He wanted nothing else but to know, love, and protect her for the rest of his life. She was it for him. The only one. The months they were apart, while she was in Idris, were torture. He had felt so helpless and angry at how long it took them to finally rescue her from that creature. He's too powerful there. Why can't she see that? She still suffered because of the trauma of her time in Idris. Nightmares, panic attacks, depression, anxiety… the fucking Morgensterns had harmed her, irrevocably in so many ways. He knew she hadn't told him everything that happened to her at the hands of Jonathan Morgenstern. She may never tell me everything. He knew enough and would kill that pig if he got the chance. Laws be damned.

The thought of anything like that ever happening to her again terrified him. I wish she wasn't so set on annulling him in Idris. Clary whimpered softly in her sleep. He heard her utter Jonathan's name, amongst her dreamy mumbling. He frowned. Will that bastard ever stop haunting her? Maybe after Idris… if he's dead. Jace hugged her against him. "I'm here, baby. You're safe. I love you so much." He swallowed the lump forming in his throat. I have to protect her. He tightened his arms around her beneath the covers, sliding a hand down over her stomach. He felt the baby move under his hand and smiled, whispering. "Hello, little angel. I can't wait to meet you." A little girl. A mini-Clary. Jace smiled and kissed his fiance's temple, rubbing her belly gently. "I love you, Clarissa Adele Fairchild… you too little one." Clary hummed in her sleep as Jace slowly stroked her hair, his eyes drooping, finally falling back to sleep.

Clary paced up and down the cabin of the private jet, as advised by Aline at her last prenatal appointment. Apparently blood clots were a concern during long flights, when pregnant. The jet wasn't quite as opulent as the Morgenstern's, which she was glad about. But, it did have a lot of space and plenty of seating. They were already halfway to Idris and her anxiety was through the roof. Jace looked up from his book, his eyes following her. He looks worried. He lounged on a large sofa, his feet up on an ottoman. He picked up her berry-kale smoothie and inspected it with a look of disgust. "Clary, you've been pacing for ten minutes– I think your circulation is good now. Come sit with me. You don't want your smoothie to get funky… or the kale to, uh– fester." Clary looked at her gorgeous fiance, snorted and laughed. "Stop hating on my kale… you should try it. So good for you. My baby girl loves it." She slid beside him on the couch and took the drink from his hand, pausing a moment to inspect it, then taking a sip. Jace fake-gagged and rubbed her back. She had been drinking smoothies throughout her pregnancy, but had to carefully watch it be prepared, if she didn't do it herself. Even Jace. She trusted him implicitly, of course, but had an irrational need, a compulsion to watch all ingredients go into the blender, lest someone slip drugs into it or something. She had been working on this with Camille, but still couldn't get past it. I may never. He drugged me so many times… Clary continued drinking and looked over at Maia and her new paralegal Nate Moore. They both were talking intensely. Nate kept flicking his eyes over to Clary. What are they talking about?

Nate was raised in Idris, but attended college in the US, and had been an invaluable resource to the development of her annulment case against Jonathan. He was very tall with light blonde hair and blue eyes. He had informed them that Clary was not alone in her plight for freedom from her forced marriage. There were several women and human rights groups expected to be demonstrating outside of The Gard, where the Clave convened– in solidarity with Clary. She was surprised to learn that there had been rolling protests against the archaic laws that diminished women to nothing but the property of their husbands in Idris. Maia had informed her that much of it was in reaction to the leaked audio file, from her first face to face session with Jonathan and Camille, where he had confessed his crimes against her and begged forgiveness. Clary had asked Simon to leak the file on the internet and dark web a few weeks ago, just in case the annulment hearing didn't turn out the way she hoped. Clary had heard nothing of these protests in the US. Idris' media was still controlled by the High Idrians and the Morgenstern had warned them that the protests had become violent lately, degenerating into riots– that there were extreme counter groups, fixated on maintaining the male dominated archaic laws. Clary sighed heavily. I hope things don't get out of hand. I just want my freedom.

Clary leaned against Jace, rubbing her belly. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her temple and murmuring in her ear. "Love you, baby." Clary smiled up at him, then looked back towards Maia. Nate was staring at her again, his lips pursed thoughtfully. He smiled pleasantly and returned to his conversation with Maia. Clary had only met Nate a few times, after Maia hired him to consult on her case a few months ago. He had seemed very interested in discussing her time at Morgenstern Manor, often asking personal questions, focused on her relationship with Jonathan. He spoke of his academic fascination with the Morgensterns and Fairchilds. He had stared at her too much and practically fawned over her pregnancy. Clary didn't trust him, making sure she was never alone with him. She wasn't sure if it was Nate, per say, or if she simply didn't trust any man from Idris. Jace certainly didn't like him for the same reason and treated him as such. Clary turned from them, cuddling closer to Jace.

Jonathan sunk into the steaming tub of water, the scent of lavender bath oils wafted around him. He inhaled deeply, reminded of the many soothing, intimate bubble baths he had taken with Clarissa. They had been some of his favorite moments with her. Sighing, he pointed a remote control towards a large screen on the far wall of his ensuite. Dimming the lights, he leaned back into the tub, watching as a video of Clary showering appeared on the screen. It was an older video, from when he had cameras in her New York apartment. He gripped and stroked himself beneath the fragrant bubbles, his eyes fixated on the moving images of his wife lathering her naked body. He smiled, admiring her curves. He'd relished watching her body develop, during the course of their pregnancy. Her rounder curves, her breasts, growing stomach, her glow… She's even more beautiful now. I have to touch her again… be inside of her.

It had been over a week since he'd seen her… the last time being after their appointment with Camille, when she'd decided to end their sessions and run from him. He'd tried to convince her to go to his New York mansion, under the pretense of decorating a nursery for their daughter. She had refused, of course and rebuffed him, after foolishly telling him she belonged to Herondale. Silly girl. She'll have to be corrected. He'd left for Idris the next day, after receiving the news from his lawyers that Clarissa was attempting to annul their union with The Clave. Ridiculous. Although, he welcomed it, since it brought her back to Idris. Back to me. Home. He hadn't been able to contest the annulment in the US, but in Idris, she was still his legal wife– his pregnant wife. She had no chance of winning, he'd already seen to it. The Clave was primarily made up of High Idrian men, perfectly happy with the current laws… and also eager to stay alive.

Upon his arrival, Jonathan had his staff prepare special quarters for his wife's return to Morgenstern Manor. Her closets had been refurbished with plenty of clothing, accessories, and her studio had been fully restocked. The adjoining sitting room to the master suite had been converted to a lovely nursery for their daughter. He had made sure Pontmercy had staffed, stocked and prepared the medical unit with everything necessary for his wife and daughter's impending birth. He hoped Clarissa wouldn't fight him too hard about coming back home. He didn't want to have to punish her… but he would. She had slapped him several times in the past few months, forgetting her place. He would have to remind her… He did have one little ace up his sleeve, though, that he was certain would help Clarissa make up her mind to be compliant. It had arrived today and he couldn't wait to share it with her. She loves surprises. Jonathan smirked and continued to pleasure himself, as the images of his wife tilting her head back under the showerhead played on the screen. She raised her arms, lathering her long, thick hair, her breasts bouncing with the motion. I'll have her back in this tub by tomorrow night. Then I'll cleanse her of the Herondale's contamination, fuck her soundly, and we'll start anew.