He was practically a monster who cannot be tamed, someone who let his lusts and desires rule him. Like an animal that was kept in a cage for years and just found its baby, and released all the pent-up energy.

I could see the blood staining the sheets but I didn’t care. Ajax was gentle and compassionate and a bit rough to me. And that’s what matters.

I didn’t know how many times we did it. In various positions, He would place me in every corner of the room. He would pause and take a breath for a few minutes, and I would then feel his hands glide on me...