Jace's hands moved over her with a reverence that bordered on worship, tracing the lines of her body as if committing them to memory.
He wanted to memorize every inch of her and make her feel as desired as she truly was.
He was enamored, completely and utterly captivated by the perfection of her body, by the way she trembled beneath him and by the soft, breathy sounds she made as he worshiped her.
He could hardly believe that she was finally here with him.
He heard her breath hitch as he dipped his head, his lips hovering just above her breast, taking in the subtle scent of her skin which was sweet and intoxicating, like fresh blossoms in the spring. It was a scent that he wanted to drown and lose himself in completely.
When his mouth finally closed over her nipple, the softness of her flesh against his lips sent a jolt of pure electricity through him, igniting a fire that burned with an intensity he hadn't expected.