The woman pinned to the bed was breathing erratically. Strands of hair fell across her delicate face, lending her an endearing vulnerability that made one yearn to... make her their own.
Jace gazed at Phoebe, who lay beneath him, her eyes panicked and her breathing labored. His own gaze deepened, and an indiscernible emotion flickered in their depths.
He slowly drew closer.
His lips brushed against her ear as he completely enveloped her small frame beneath his.
His cool lips touched her feverish ear.
His kisses moved from her ear to her cheek, and his hand slowly undid the buttons on her pajamas.
Phoebe nervously closed her eyes, turning her head to the side as if in resistance. Her lips trembled slightly, to say nothing of her hands, which were clenched tightly together.
"Is this your promise?"
Just as Phoebe's whole body tensed with nervousness, Jace's voice sounded in her ear again.
His voice carried a trace of detachment and chill.
