( she knows what he's thinking when he gives a faint tease at that bow, and he's roused her to the point she's reckless enough to welcome the thought of him stripping her right there, taking her where anyone could see if they so much as walked down those stairs and glanced toward the entry. there's nothing more satisfying than a man that listens, that indulges exactly what she asks, to tell her, with no restraint. and it's only all the more promising as to what he could deliver, that all of that coy arrogance came with far more than enough to back it up.
she's sure he can see the flush of her cheeks, the way it splotches across her chest, and when he snares at her lip with his own teeth all of that careful, calculative control she prides herself on crumbles, and he demands his mouth with hers just in time for her to hide a moan within it. she isn't shy to pry lips apart with a curl of her tongue, and while she's not exactly in the best position to tug those sweatpants down just enough, to let him feel for himself that there was nothing keeping her from him beneath that silk, she can urge him with her actions, with her own words.
that kiss breaks messily, lips still stumbling together, glossed and blushed with each other and she nips at the uppermost brim, drawing in a sharp breath as she winds hips within his hold again, trying for what she can to chase that friction. )
Fuck me, Jace. ( a demand that mirrors his kiss, and as if he needs to hear it, as if to goad him: ) Don't be gentle.
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she's sure he can see the flush of her cheeks, the way it splotches across her chest, and when he snares at her lip with his own teeth all of that careful, calculative control she prides herself on crumbles, and he demands his mouth with hers just in time for her to hide a moan within it. she isn't shy to pry lips apart with a curl of her tongue, and while she's not exactly in the best position to tug those sweatpants down just enough, to let him feel for himself that there was nothing keeping her from him beneath that silk, she can urge him with her actions, with her own words.
that kiss breaks messily, lips still stumbling together, glossed and blushed with each other and she nips at the uppermost brim, drawing in a sharp breath as she winds hips within his hold again, trying for what she can to chase that friction. )
Fuck me, Jace. ( a demand that mirrors his kiss, and as if he needs to hear it, as if to goad him: ) Don't be gentle.