"That is my favorite sound" Damon whispered in Clary ear as she cried the last of her release out. He let his mate's head fall back to his shoulder when he sucked in deep breaths, twitching through the aftershocks of her orgasm. He smiled when Clary buried his nose in his scent glands, trailing his fingers up and down the smooth skin of Clary spine. Two days of constant fucking had taken it out of both of them. Only being able to catch an hour or two of sleep between bouts of hard, breathtaking fucking and toe-curlingly slow lovemaking sessions were starting to tell on them, not that he was...