( he isn't wrong. isabelle's always been comfortable with the physical, the one to lure another closer regardless of whether they were shy in their want or demanding; she had a counter for it all. but here with him, she can't help but to feel as if she's been stripped of that, as if there's far more significance to it all, and part of her knows there is. that this wasn't just anyone pinning her against that wall. but it doesn't stop her. if anything, it spurs her further.
a tiny sound escapes her as he lifts her effortlessly from the floor, hips slotting neatly together where she can feel that stiffening line of him beneath that thick cotton layer, temple pressing against his as she winds an arm about his shoulder, the other cupping along his neck. he says her name and she has to bite back a moan, crazed by the way he says it—like a warning, a surging impatience, and that's exactly how she wants him.
she writhes a little, thighs pulsing at either side of him as she huffs, thumb pressing insistently beneath his jaw, instructing his gaze to lift in order to meet with her own. their mouths are close, close enough that she can feel his breath colliding with hers. )
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a tiny sound escapes her as he lifts her effortlessly from the floor, hips slotting neatly together where she can feel that stiffening line of him beneath that thick cotton layer, temple pressing against his as she winds an arm about his shoulder, the other cupping along his neck. he says her name and she has to bite back a moan, crazed by the way he says it—like a warning, a surging impatience, and that's exactly how she wants him.
she writhes a little, thighs pulsing at either side of him as she huffs, thumb pressing insistently beneath his jaw, instructing his gaze to lift in order to meet with her own. their mouths are close, close enough that she can feel his breath colliding with hers. )
Touch me, Jace.
( tone speaks for her: please. )