"But it's sex!" Ares protested. How the hell did she expect him to survive without a month of sex? What was he going to do? Work?
Ugh. The thought was enough to make a raging hard cock go limp.
"I couldn't handle something like that," Ares said. He needed company. Needed people around him. Needed to get the blood rushing, be it through killing, fighting, fucking, drag racing - whatever.
He needed to feel loved.
"I don't want to think." Thinking did his head in. Thinking made him see that the beautiful painting, the beautiful façade was just a fantasy - an almost perfectly procured lie.