Chapter 42: This is a long chapter. I thought about breaking it up, but I'm doing a little time jump next chapter. 42 has a little bit of action… Clary has changed strategies a bit... What is she up to? Rated M for a reason.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Drug use, NON-CON
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Jace set the pot on the counter and looked across the counter at Tessa questionably. She smiled and nodded as he refilled her coffee. Jem walked in the kitchen and took the stool next to her and Will took the one on her other side. Tessa took a quick sip of the brew and looked at the three men, sighing. "Well boys, Clary's situation is a lot worse than I thought. She has an engagement ring and Valentine gleefully told me the wedding would be next month. I could barely say anything to her without someone spying or listening. I was able to get the journal and note to her, though. She is never alone. I wouldn't be surprised if those blokes watch her change…" Wedding? Next month? Fuck.
Jace shook his head and took a deep breath. Goddammit. She reached her hand across the counter and patted Jace's hand. "I'm sorry, Jace. I shouldn't have said that. I'm just so damned frustrated. I have to get that girl out of there. You should see the way Valentine looked at her… sick bastard… the things that Jocelyn told me over the years– I've been in London for months. I wish I'd known Clary was getting mixed up with the Morgensterns… bad lot, those two. I would have stopped her." Jace hummed and frowned. Valentine is interested in Clarissa for himself. I wonder if Jonathan knows… Fuck. I need to get her out of there.
She cleared her throat. "There's more, boys. And it's bad. Amatis slipped me a note before I was escorted out after our meetings. It had info about Idrian laws and women's rights. Apparently, regardless of a woman's origin or nationality, if she marries an Idrian man, in Idris. She becomes a citizen of Idris immediately… and she forfeits all property rights and financial holdings to her husband… she won't be able to do anything without his clearance… She, in effect, becomes her husband's property…quite like the Napoleonic Code, if you will. Idris is virtually archaic and medieval. Jesus. We have to get her out before he forces her to marry him." Jace, Jem, and Will stared at her with wide eyes. Shit. He'll make her his slave. She'll have no legal rights. I'm going to kill him.
Will cleared his throat and put his hand over Tessa's. "We'll get her before then, Tessa. So, it seems Jonathan would get Clary as well as her current assets, share of the Graymark legacy, Fairchild lands and inheritance. Clary indicated that she inherited hundreds of millions from her mother, via the Fairchilds. This could make him very powerful… and independent from his father… In effect, a rival of his father."
She put her face in her hands. Jem reached over and rubbed her back gently, whispering soothing words in her ear. Hmm. I think Tessa and Jem may be a thing.
Will looked hard at Jace, then back to Tessa, and cleared his throat. "Tessa love, let's talk about next steps. You have limited access to Morgenstern Manor, so it's not really feasible that we could move in on them there… way too much security. That place is a fortress. It makes more sense to try and pinch Clarissa from the gala in Alicante next week. Tell me more about the gala…mainly, how are we to get in?"
Tessa looked over at Will and looked him up and down, smiling. "Easy, William. How about I give you all invitations? It's going to be a huge affair, invitation only, with lots of press, big money, and the Idrian elite. There will be a lot of Morgenstern security and bodyguards, of course. But a lot of exits, open doors, etc. Just definitely not the same level as Morgenstern Manor. I hope you all can find suitable attire. It's black tie, formal, you know." Will leaned in, wrapping an arm around Tessa's waist. "My favorite. Tell me, love, shall we try to coordinate our attire?"
She rolled her eyes and stepped away from him. "William, I'm afraid I already have an escort. So sorry…" She looked at the men thoughtfully. "On second thought, I'll have invitations sent to you as well as appropriate tuxedos. I don't like to leave such details up to others." She turned to Jem and quickly kissed his lips, turned and walked into the living room. Jem smiled, ran his hand through his silvery hair, winked at Will, and followed Tessa.
Jace chuckled and shook his head as Will glowered after Jem and Tessa. "Man. I have never seen the William Herondale get brushed off like that. Ouch. Now, back to reality, cousin. There's one tiny problem with getting Clary at the gala. Don't get me wrong. I definitely know we can do it… I just don't think Clary will go with us, without Amatis Graymark. In fact I know she won't. She was vehement about Amatis' safety when she– when she traded herself for me… So, we'll have to try and "pinch" them both." Clary is so infuriatingly stubborn, but Amatis is her last living relative.
Will exhaled, blowing a raspberry and nodded. "Your Clary is one loyal, brave, stubborn and beautiful woman, Jace. If things don't work out between you two would you mind–" Jace pushed Will off of his stool and tackled him, pinning him against the floor. He pushed his knee against his back and jerked his arms behind him painfully. "Shut the fuck up, Will. That's the love of my life you're talking about…and off limits." Jace let him go and stood up, breathing heavily as Will stood up, brushing himself off. "Jesus Jace. I was only teasing. I know how you feel about her and I respect that, cousin. As far as I'm concerned Clary is a Herondale now… and we'll get her back for you." Jace sighed and nodded at him. She will be a Herondale when I finally get to propose to her, back home in New York.
Jem and Tessa walked in and looked back and forth between the Herondale men, then at each other. Jem sighed and looked back to Will. "I just got word that Jonathan Morgenstern has assigned extra security to Edom for tonight and reserved a private room for dinner. Perhaps we can make contact with Miss Fray there to prepare her for our presence at the gala. We couldn't possibly expect to get her out of there, of course, but maybe slip her a note or get her alone somehow. The club is always very crowded and dark. It would be easy to get her away for a short spell before security swallows her again… Tessa can't go because she can't be seen with us yet and I am still on concussion protocol, so that leaves you two buggers." Clary at Edom tonight… I need to see her. She'll be with him. Fuck it, I'm going.
Jace smirked at Will and started walking to his room to get ready. He'd finally get to do something fun with his cousin. "When do we leave?"
Will chuckled behind him. "Oh little cousin, let's have a bit of fun with Mr. Morgenstern. I have a plan. Let's test his security tonight, shall we?" Jace hummed in agreement. Test his security indeed. If I get the chance to "pinch" Clary tonight, I'm going to take it. Game on.
Jonathan nodded at the waiter who refilled their glasses with champagne. He had made sure Clarissa saw the waiter open the first and second bottle, as he suspected she didn't quite trust him not to dose her, as he did the last time they were at Edom. She seemed to enjoy the Thai food he had catered especially for their dinner. They talked and laughed, almost like they used to. She was definitely tipsy, as she giggled easily at his jokes. They had toasted many funny things like blizzards, Emil's long nose hair, Cook's raspberry scones, arctic foxes, and someone named Molly Weasley. She had seemed eager to drink her champagne. He knew she was nervous about resuming their bedroom activities. Maybe she needs liquid courage. Whatever it takes, Clarissa, because it's happening no matter what.
He looked over at his beautiful fiancé and smiled seductively. She looked stunning in the strapless purple dress. Her creamy skin and sprinkles of freckles contrasted beautifully with the dark fabric. She knows what I like. I can't wait to fuck her tonight. "Now Clarissa, what shall our final toast be before dancing?" Clarissa tilted her head and smiled enigmatically. "How about New York City, Jon? Do you think we'll return anytime soon? I certainly miss it… don't you?" Interesting. He did miss their time together in New York. It's where he got to know her… fell in love with her. It's also where her stupid friends are. He scooted very close to her in the round booth and tapped his glass with hers. "We did indeed, love. To New York City, Clarissa. I promise to take you back soon. I still have my apartment and you could close yours, since we will live together." She smiled tightly, as they drained their glasses. Her cheeks were rosy with the alcohol and he could tell she would be more… agreeable tonight.
Jonathan took her hand and smiled down at the dazzling emerald ring on her finger. She barely blinked an eye when he informed her their wedding would be in a month… or sooner. She smiled and nodded, then let him kiss her. He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it lightly, looking up into her emerald eyes. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her closer and nuzzled her neck. Clary shivered and giggled. He ran his lips across her ear. "Perhaps we can go to your city while we travel for our honeymoon, love. We could stop at your art center and visit with the students. Would that please you, Clarissa?" Clary turned to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with his hair and pressing her lips to his. "It would indeed please me, Jon." Jonathan felt himself harden, groaned and pushed his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply, before pulling away. "Shall we go to the club now, my love? I owe you a night of dancing… before we retire to our penthouse." He stood up and helped her slide out of the booth. He looked at each of his four bodyguards and escorted her out of the room and into the dark club towards their private booth.
Clary swallowed nervously as Jonathan led her into the darkness of Club Edom. As before the thrum of sensual trance music charged the patrons on the crowded dance floor. The couples swayed and caressed each other, obviously heading to their own boudoirs later to sate their sexual hunger. How Fifty fucking Shades. Clary had consumed more champagne than she usually did, but her nerves were burning her buzz away. How the fuck am I going to be able to let him– convince him… Jonathan walked her over to the same booth they sat at before. Must be the Morgenstern Booth. Clary slid inside and Jonathan followed close behind her. He moved against her, snaked his arm around her ribs and his other on her bare thigh beneath the table. He leaned down and kissed her neck up and down, sliding his hand over her breast and gently squeezing it. "Goddamn, Clarissa. You look so hot tonight. I don't know if I can wait much longer." He slid his hand up her thigh, under the short hem of her dress, lightly touching the edge of her panties. Clary moaned lightly, felt her stomach flip and clenched her thighs together. I'm going to freak out. "Jonathan, darling. Wait. I have a strange request."
He pulled back from her and looked down at her with his eyebrows raised. "What is it, love? Are you okay?" Fuck. No, dick. I don't want you fucking near me. Clary took a deep, shaky breath. "I was wondering if you would be insulted if I took a little something to relax me… the champagne isn't really doing it for me. I mean something to get me more in the mood, Jon. I'm so nervous…last time was so– you were so… you– Sebastian– he hurt me." Jonathan looked shocked and pulled his hand from her leg.
He cleared his throat, narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. Shit. "Clarissa, love… you know this is happening tonight, right? I–" Clary blinked and took a shaky breath. Fucking pig. I'll just getover the fact that you're a fucking rapist…not. "Yes, Jonathan. Of course…I want it too. So things can get better between us, like you said. It's just you're so big and I– I'm… Jesus I'm scared of your giant cock, Jonathan, okay? I want to take a little bit of Faerie Nectar." Jonathan's eyes widened at her and then he laughed. Got you. She knew if she reminded him that his big bad demon cock intimidated her he would agree. Stroke that male ego.
He reached into the interior pocket of his blazer and brought out a small black case. From the case he pulled out a small baggy, with about ten tiny pills. He leaned in close to her and slipped the baggy between her breasts, tucking it way down, before dropping his head and kissing her cleavage. Clary gasped. "These should do the trick, love. They work fast, as they dissolve quickly. Two will make you horny, but be aware. Four will make you even hornier, but you'll probably forget the night. Tell me, Clarissa. What are you looking for tonight?" Clary leaned close to his ear, placed her hand on his burgeoning erection beneath the table and rubbed him. He jumped and swallowed. "Well, I definitely don't want to forget anything, Jon. I just need to settle my nerves. I feel like an anxious virgin all of a sudden. You're so intimidating in the bedroom. I'm going to go to the ladies lounge and take a few of these. Is that okay? Can we dance when I get back?"
Jonathan looked at her with an unreadable expression. "You can take them now, Clarissa. No need to do it in the restroom. I need to see you take them, love. Humor me." Shit he's suspicious. Jonathan scooted her glass of champagne across the table and winked at her. Clary smiled seductively and slowly pulled the little baggy out of her cleavage while Jonathan watched, biting his lip. She popped three into her mouth and downed them with her champagne, pushing the baggy into her wristlet. "I'm saving these for next time, Jon." Because I have to be on drugs to tolerate your fucking touch. I'll save some for another time…perhaps for a little payback, you fucking psycho. He chuckled, nodded and stood up, pulling her out of the booth with him towards the dance floor. "You can have more anytime you want, love. Just ask."
Jonathan slid his hands around her hips, lightly gripping them, pulling her close to him. Her hips began to sway to the music and he joined her movements, pressing himself against her and cupping her ass. Clary smiled shyly up at him, blushing, as she reached her arms up around his neck. He looked down at her blushing freckled cheeks and glossed pink lips and hummed. She is so beautiful and all mine. It had initially bothered him that Clary had asked for Faerie Nectar so brazenly. He didn't like that she knew he was a drug lord… that it had tarnished his image with her. Jonathan sighed. She was bound to find out eventually. She's too savvy, my kitten. They danced for a few minutes before Clary stilled for a few beats, looking into the crowd of dancers, then began dancing again. Cue the Faerie Nectar. She tilted her head up and pulled his head down, lightly kissing his lips. He smiled against her lips and deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She shivered as he squeezed her ass and pulled her flush against him. He ground his arousal against her stomach to the languid rhythm of the music.
Clary giggled and stopped. "I need to go to the ladies room, Jonathan. I will be back in a bit." She kissed him again, then turned and walked towards the restrooms. Jonathan watched her hips sway as she walked and smirked. So fucking sexy. He nodded at his bodyguards, as two walked over and stood guard at the entrance to the hallway leading to the ladies room. He decided it was time to get going, when she returned. He casually looked out at the patrons, dry humping on the dance floor and smiled. Perhaps Clarissa is right… This is a sex club. He sauntered over to the bar and ordered a whiskey shot. He drank it quickly then froze. Across the club, with his hands all over some miscellaneous blonde was Will fucking Herondale. Will raised his head and looked right at Jonathan over the blonde's head, smugly giving him the guy nod, before disappearing into the crowd. Fucking prick. Jonathan motioned all four of his bodyguards over and whispered orders. The men dispersed into the crowded club, as Jonathan sat at the edge of the bar, watching for Clary to emerge from the restroom hallway.
Clary washed her hands and reapplied her lip gloss. She could have sworn she saw Jace in the thick crowd on the dance floor. But when she looked again, he was gone. It's probably the Faerie Nectar and champagne. I want to see him so badly that I did. It wasn't him. He'd be crazy to come here. Clary looked at herself in the mirror one last time. She was definitely feeling the effects of the drug. She was lightheaded and tactile, barely able to stop rubbing her thighs together. She would be able to– with Jonathan. If this was going to be her life…if she couldn't escape, she could get used to this feeling. She would have to. Clary didn't have a lot of confidence in Tessa's letter. She was afraid for them. If I truly give in to Jonathan, at least the people I love will be safe. I could never forgive myself if Amatis was killed… or my Jace. I need to convince him that I'm in love with him... that he won.
Clary turned and walked into the hallway to go back to Jonathan and her fate. She jumped when a warm hand settled on her shoulder. She grabbed the hand and pulled, then spun around and twisted it behind her assailant's back, jabbing his knees with her own, as he fell to his floor. The man cried out in pain. "Shit, Clary! It's me, baby–" Jace. She instantly released him and backed up a few steps, covering her mouth with her hands. He stood up and quickly spun around to face her, gathering her into his arms and pulling her against him. Clary gasped and hugged him tightly around the waist. Oh my god. It can't be. He smiled, his eyes misting with tears as he crashed his lips down onto hers.
Jace moaned as Clary returned his kisses, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. She felt so good in his arms. He hadn't held her in so long. I can't let her go again. I can't let him have her. Plan be damned… She broke their kiss, gasping. "Jace, baby. You can't be here. You have to leave! Jonath–" He frowned and shook his head at her, as he pulled her with him back down the hallway towards the fire exit. "No Clary. We're getting out of here. I'm taking you home. The plan tonight was just to test Jonathan's security team's strength out in public. Rattle his cage a bit… so we could rescue you and Amatis at the gala, but I have you now. We can figure out how to get Amatis out of Morgenstern Manor. I promise…"
Clary jerked her arms out of his. "Stop. Are you crazy? Valentine swore he would butcher her if I ran away again… Jace, I can't go with you right now. I won't leave her there. I'm sorry, but no." Clary wobbled on her feet a little and blinked, backing away from him slowly, back towards the club. I think she's on something. He probably drugged her again… Jace shook his head again and started walking towards her. "Clary, come here, baby. I told you, we'll figure things out with Ama–" She shook her head again and spun to run away from him and he lunged after her, wrapping his arms around her waist and turning her to face him. "No Jace! Let go. Please I can't leave– let me go! I won't–" Jace squeezed her tighter, pinning her arms against her sides, he leaned his face against her ear, growling. "You listen now, Clary. I love you and will be damned if I let you go back to him. He doesn't get to touch you ever again, do you hear me? You are coming with me now." He started backing up towards the fire exit. Clary squirmed against him, her breathing getting heavier, she whispered. "I love you, Jace. But you have to let me go tonight. Come for me at the gala– for us both. I don't want to have to fight you, but I will, baby." Fight me? I'm sick of her sacrificing herself. Not again. "No Clary. I'm sorry, but I need to get you out of this. Please understand that..." Jace scooped and slung her over his shoulder, as he hurried out the fire exit, setting off the alarm. Shit. Fucking alarm.
Clary screamed and started kicking and beating his back with her fists, crying. "Put me down. I can't go Jace– let go! Please!" Why can't he understand that I won't leave Amatis? I have to go back to Jonathan before it's too late. People started pouring out of the club, waiting for the alarm to end. Jace set her down and wrapped a strong arm around her waist when she tried to run. Jace looked across the street at a large black SUV and turned them towards it, dragging her with him. Through the crowd she saw Will step out of the SUV, shake his head, and open the back door, waiting for them. "No Jace. Fuck– let go!" Clary pushed at his chest, shaking her head and crying. "Stop struggling, Clary. We're almost there, baby. It's okay." Jace suddenly stopped and stiffened.
Clary turned her head and saw Jonathan standing in front of them, looking furious. His bodyguards spread out around them in the bustling crowd. Oh fuck. "I believe my fiancé told you to let her go, detective. Do as she asks. We wouldn't want things to get ugly here, among all of these innocent people. Clarissa, love. Are you unharmed?" Jonathan looked at Clary, his expression softening. Clary sniffed and wiped her tears away and nodded, her voice shaking. "I'm fine Jonathan. Don't misunderstand this…Jace would never hurt me. Can you just let him go? Please don't hurt him– I want to leave and go home with you, like we planned." Jonathan looked at her, then at the crowd of people, sighed heavily, then nodded. "Yes, of course, Clarissa. You know I cannot refuse you, love. Detective Herondale can go, this time." Clary sighed in relief. Jace growled and tightened his hold on her. Thank god for all of these witnesses around.
She slid her hand down over Jace's, at her waist, and gently squeezed it. "Please, Jace…" Jace took a deep breath and released her waist, as Will and two other men suddenly appeared around Jonathan. They stared menacingly at Jonathan's bodyguards, who returned their gazes. So much fucking testosterone. Clary took a step towards Jonathan when Jace reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her back, whispering in her ear. "I'll see you at the gala, baby. I love you." Jesus. I hope so. Clary looked into his beautiful golden eyes and smiled and nodded, then gently pulled away from him. I love you too, Jace.
Clary walked to Jonathan and allowed him to pull her into a tight embrace. He leaned down and pulled her face up to his, smashing his lips to hers, kissing her possessively. Marking his territory. Clary whimpered and pulled away and turned when she heard Jace curse and Will mutter things to him furiously, shoving him towards the SUV. Jonathan growled in his throat and stepped up behind her and pulled her back against him. The other two men kept watch as Jace's group all made their way to the vehicle. Clary's heart hammered against her chest as she swallowed the lump in her throat. Don't cry, Fray. Keep your shit together. Will shoved Jace into the back seat and Jace looked at her longingly once more before the door slammed shut and they pulled away. He's safe. Clary sighed and relaxed back against Jonathan's chest… as expected of her.
The crowd began to disperse, returning to the club, as the fire alarm resolved. Jonathan looked down at Clary and smiled, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. "Are you sure you're okay, love? I was so worried when I heard you yelling and saw you struggling with Detective Herondale." Clary blinked up at him and nodded. "Yes, Jon. I told him I belong to you now and he had to let me go. He… disagreed. I'm fine, though. As I said, Jace would never hurt me. Thank you for letting him go. I'm ready to leave now, if that's okay with you?" I just have to make it to the gala. Clary began to tremble in the cold air. Or is it the drug? I'm really feeling it… I'm going to fuck him and get it over with. Then I'm going to mind fuck him for a change.
Jonathan removed his jacket and slipped it over her shoulders. He pulled her against him and walked her back to the building to the elevators. Herondale had almost taken her from him again. He had panicked when he heard the fire alarm go off and Clarissa hadn't returned yet. Jonathan had quickly run down the hallway, only to see his Clarissa over Jace's shoulder, struggling to escape from him. He had followed them out and lost them in the crowd. He was lucky that his men had spotted them so quickly. Jonathan had been surprised when Clary had come back to him with no fight. Perhaps she finally understands how things should be. Regardless, the next time I see Jace Herondale, I'm going to kill him. The elevator door closed and he entered his code and pushed the PH button. He slipped his arms into his jacket and around Clary's waist, pulling her against him. She sighed and returned his embrace. He leaned down and kissed her head, inhaling the aroma of her shampoo. Strawberries. It's been a while.
The elevator doors opened and Clary walked into the dark penthouse ahead of him. Jonathan slowly walked in after her and turned on the dimmest lights, watching her carefully. She hasn't spoken since we got on the elevator. She slowly walked through the foyer to his couch and slid his leather blazer off of her shoulders, laying it over the armrest, her back to him. Jonathan ran his eyes over her long thick crimson waves, as she tossed them over her shoulders, down her back. He felt his arousal stir once again, quickly hardening in anticipation of what was to come. Clary walked further from him to the large window looking out over Alicante. "It's so beautiful, Jon. Alicante. Idris." I can think of something– someone more beautiful, Clarissa. He slowly started walking up to her. She reached back and unzipped her dress, letting it slip to the floor. Jonathan swallowed as she turned to him.
He looked down at her black and plum sheer lace bustier and matching panties. Her breasts were pushed up high and round and Jonathan could see her pink nipples through the lace. Her Morgenstern pendant glittered in the low lights inviting him to touch his woman. Fuck. She hummed and looked up at him through her long lashes, biting her bottom lip, as she tugged his shirt over his head. "No fair, Jon. You have on more clothes than me…" She looked at his bare chest and licked her lips, running her soft hands over his skin. She leaned forward and licked and nipped each of his nipples, rubbed her hands up and down his abdomen, and looked up at him again. Jonathan's dick twitched painfully as he reached behind her and grasped her ass, grinding his need against her stomach. Clary gasped and pulled his mouth down to hers, Gently biting his bottom lip, she sucked it into her mouth, running her tongue across it. I'm going to come so fast once I'm inside her. Fuck.
Jonathan quickly removed his pants and boxers and dropped to his knees in front of Clary, pushing her back against the sliding glass doors. She gasped as the cold glass hit her bare back. He reached his long arms up behind her and unclasped her bustier, letting her breasts spring free in front of him. He cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing them and running his thumbs over her pink nubs, as he licked and kissed her stomach, working his way down. Clary moaned and panted and tilted her head back against the window. "Oh Jon. I'm so– so wet…" Indeed. I need to taste her. Jonathan sat back on his heels and stared at her lace covered mound. He shifted forward and licked her moist heat through the sheer lace, wrapping his hands around her hips to grasp the sides of her panties. Clary gasped and curled her fingers in his hair. Humming he ripped the delicate fabric away from her and buried his face between her legs. Clary whimpered above him, rolling her hips. Jonathan cut his eyes up to look at his beautiful Clarissa as he licked and sucked her heat. Her head was back and her lips were parted as she panted and mewled like a kitten. He moaned against her wetness and slid two fingers deep into her wanton depths, swirling them slowly while sucking and licking her clit. Clary cried out, her walls tightening harshly around his swirling fingers. "I'm so close, Jonny…oh god–" Jonathan growled into her depths, grinding his mouth against her one last time before quickly pulling his fingers out of her and standing up. He grabbed her hips, turned her around and pressed her flat against the glass, positioning himself behind her. So glad she left on her heels, she's just the right height. Clary gasped and panted against the glass. "Please Jon– put your demon cock inside of me… I'm– I need it." Fuck. You got it. Slow.
Jonathan ran his hands down Clary's back and grasped her hips, prodding her weeping opening with his cock. Clary slapped her palms against the glass, arched her back, groaning and lifting her ass higher as he slowly entered her. He squeezed her hips tighter, watching his aching dick disappear into her tight, quivering heat. Fuck. Jonathan began pounding into Clary, grunting and panting. Clary cried out, slapping her ass back against him, meeting his powerful thrusts with panting high-pitch grunts. She arched her back even further and reached her arms back as he leaned over her, grasping her upper arms, pumping into her furiously. "Oh god, Clarissa– so fucking tight." He felt Clary's velvet walls tighten deliciously around his cock as she climbed towards her peak. "Yes, yes, yes… oh god, Jonathan!" He moaned at hearing his name on her lips and wrapped his arms around her stomach, pulling her up against his chest, clutching her breasts. Just like one of the videos I watched of her and…him. Clary cried out at the change in position, panting and moaning as Jonathan pumped furiously up into her. She threw her head back onto his shoulder, wrapped her arms behind his neck, and screamed as her tight hot pussy fluttered violently in release, around his pistoning dick. Jonathan's lower abdomen clenched powerfully as he flung his head forward and ravaged her neck, unable to sustain control as her quivering depths carried him to his climax. Fuck. I can never be with another woman... Jonathan roared as he exploded deep inside of her, panting and stroking, as her post orgasmic quivering milked him until he stilled inside of her, then slowly pulled out and released his arms from around her.
Trembling, Clary gently slid her arms down from his neck and crossed them across her chest, stepping out of her shoes, barefoot on the wood floors. Jonathan smiled as he saw her step down to the floor, becoming even shorter in front of him. She's so adorable. Her shoulders started to shake and he heard sniffles. Is she crying? Jonathan frowned, gently turned her around, and cupped her face in his hands. Clary had her bottom lip sucked into her mouth and tears streaming from her bright green eyes. Jonathan wiped the tears away with his thumbs. "Clarissa, love, what's the matter? Did I hurt you again? What is it?" He scooped her up into his arms as she shook her head and began to sob, carrying her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed with him and pulled the covers over them, pulling her against his chest, stroking her hair. What the fuck did I do to her? "Tell me, Clarissa. Now."
Clary sat up and wiped her eyes, taking deep breaths before turning to him. "It's just… Oh Jonathan. After– I'm so confused. After everything you've done to me… my family. Sebastian– the drugs. After everything–" Jonathan raised his eyebrows looking worried. "What? Clary, you're worrying me." She furrowed her brows and looked at him with her emerald eyes, red from crying and pressed her lips to his. Jonathan kissed her back, pleasantly surprised, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "Jonathan. The thing is… I– I think I'm falling in love with you. I think I do love you and it scares me. I didn't think I could after– everything. I–" Finally. Truly mine. Clary gasped as Jonathan pushed her down on the bed and began kissing her neck, face, and finally her lips. "Clarissa, I love you too. I have for a long time. I never thought I'd hear you say it, though. After– everything. I need you to know that I am sorry… so sorry for– all of it. I wish I could change so much of it, love." I wouldn't change a thing, for I have you now.
Jonathan buried his face against Clary's naked chest and sighed as she stroked his silken hair. He gently kissed her breasts and nuzzled against her, cooing loving words and apologies. Her loving smile faded from her face and grew to a triumphant smirk. Game on, motherfucker.