"Partners in Crime?"
"Always."
Top Secret Agent Clary Fray is the best in the business, but everyone knows her motto: "I work alone."
Yet all that's about to change whenever her boss/step-father Luke chooses the best Detective in the world to wor...
We have hit 11K on this story. That is positively astounding, because I could not be happier for such a wonderful audience that is truly my family.
You all gave me a reason to smile time and time again, and I find most of you find this story the best book I've ever written, and I appreciate the love.
I love you all and can not thank you enough from the bottom of my heart.
However, WE'RE NOT EVEN HALF WAY THROUGH THE BOOK YET! WE STILL HAVE 49 PARTS TO GO!
Yet it took Clary and Alec thirty-one whole fucking chapters to actually realize with their heads what they feel!
Anyways, WARNING! ⚠
Very mature and adulted content lies ahead. Only read if you are able to be attacked by sin of all kind and literally walking out of this chapter wide-eyed and sweating.
...enjoy! 🏁💀 💋Autumn.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE FOR YOU I WILL ALWAYS
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Clary I had always questioned what it was about waiting for the one person you've yearned for for what seems like forever to kiss you. To connect lips and even souls to the one you've been waiting for since your eyes opened for the first time ever.
The feeling, in it's own categorized realistic depth, was unlike anything I've ever experienced. It was relentlessly pursued by butterflies in my stomach and more, the sweetness of the moment unwavering.
Because the second Alec's lips met mine in a heated victory, his arms slithered around my waist and I was pulled to him, my hands exploring his sleek black hair that was more curious to the touch than to the sight.
There was so much of him I recognized in the kiss. How he had broken down every layer of himself until he was nothing but stripped to his soul and heart, all the things I ached to want from him.
No, not the things I wanted, but the things I needed.
One of Alec's hands that rested on my waist had rose only intimately to grasp onto the nape of my neck, massaging the skin there as he drew me closer to him. At this point, we were chest to chest, and with each second we spent kissing, was another that the aggressiveness rose between us.
Experimentally, I brought my hand to rest upon his chest, and nipped at his lower lip, the growl of approval gathering low in his throat enough to suggest he liked it.
It wasn't until his tongue brushed across my teeth when fireworks seemed to go off in the atmosphere around us, and I was lit with want.
