Chapter 22. Kitchen Encounters

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 so that it would start again.

Now, this is different. This time it was hard, rough, and passionate as if no one could stop us. Nothing can get in between us.

And it didn’t feel hard. Or dragging. Or painful. It was like I was a puzzle and he was the missing piece. I couldn’t even determine what time it is.

And he was not wrong when he said that he would not even lift a finger. I was not even putting in an effort and just let He do all the work. All I could do was uncontrollably release sounds and my hips involuntarily move to His rhythm.

I saw the sun rising against the window, and I didn’t know how many sunrise