Jace groans again as he sees that fabric slide down off her shoulders and exposes her form to him. Even if the half shadow of the dim hallway, his vision has no problem in tracing her curves and valleys. The tug on his hair makes him growl again, and he rocks against her, one last tease before he gives her what she wants.

His voice is hoarse but quiet, for the moment. A dark promise of her getting exactly what she asked for.

Whatever m'lady wishes, she gets.

She feels him lift her, shifts, and those stupid sweatpants drop well below his thighs. He shifts her once again and then the blunt tip of his cock is pressing right against her, and with one last searching glance at her face, as if checking in, he rocks forward, pressing into her with a sure thrust of his hips, settling her flush against him and pressed back into the wall.