I felt a wetness at the tip of him and using my finger with our marital mark, the ‘x’ made from a silver knife, I swept it over the wetness and brought it to my mouth to taste.
“F u c k,” Ajax hissed, watching me the entire time with darkened eyes.
A man possessed, it didn’t take long for Ajax to remove his remaining clothes and hover over me, gliding the length of him over my own wetness. The contact has my eyes closed, my own breathing irregular.
Slowly but firmly, he takes me by the wrists and pins it over my head before plunging into me completely, all the way to the end. His eyebrows knit together tightly as he let out the deepest of groans.
He wasn’t gentle like he was the first time. The friction and the force surprised me, but the pleasure that comes with it leaves me breat
