The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70: A Deadly Temptation

Suddenly, the painting came alive, the woman’s waist rolling passionately against his cock, and the man’s hand gliding up and down her waist before moving further to cup her breasts. She held them tightly, mouth wide in ecstacy.

I could hear her moans, strained and out of control. I could feel the man’s desire as he took charge of splitting her body in pleasure. They were both untamed, and the heat surged around the painting, the colors dyed in red.

"I see us..." I whispered under my breath, gasping when all the paintings displayed were of Ares and me in different positions.

The moving colors were unimaginable, and I could smell them. My senses sharpened until I was mentally drowned in its textures.

"You’re trembling," Ares mumbled.

I tensed when I felt something hard poking against me behind me when he pressed my body more into his, like he wanted to merge them.

I looked over my shoulder, Ares’ breath so close it mingled with mine, almost like we were on the same frequency.

"Keep your eyes on the painting,"

I did so without a second thought, figuring it was better than keeping my eyes on him, for I don’t know what I would succumb to. I had no control of my body at this moment, and my brain was giving up on me.

I was still like one of those statues on display, fearing any movement would compromise me, but I also wanted so badly to move and feel him against my fingertips.

I licked my lips when his hand pulled my hair to the side, exposing my neck, and I angled it to give him a better view.

I shuddered when I felt his cold lips so close, but never touching. It was torturous waiting for the inevitable, only to be denied.

"Some art isn’t meant to be looked at... It’s meant to be touched... to feel..."

His fingers glided over my flesh, my pulse racing beneath them. He was slow, as if counting each vein.

Ares paused with his fingers pressed on my neck, every vibration felt beneath his palm.

"The paintings speak with colors..." He said. "Red has always been a temptation."

"Blue has always been deadly."

He chuckled deeply, and the mere sound caused his chest to vibrate, and goosebumps rose on my skin in pleasant chills.

"A deadly temptation," he whispered to my ear. "That sounds about right."

My legs weakened, my waist crumpling from a strong sensation that shot up my spine, when I felt his tongue moving along my neck in a smooth flow.

The painting before us wasn’t as it should be anymore; it transformed to Ares and me, our position, and the scene unfolding.

It was the most beautiful art I have ever seen.

I didn’t know when Ares backed me against the wall. The only grasp I had on my own body was suspended, only to be awakened when I was held captivated under his icy blue eyes, so cold yet so passionate.

"Say the words."

When my brain came back to functioning, I realized what he meant.

I consent.

I wanted him too. But there was this exhilaration to delay and make him hopeless for me.

He didn’t say a word, but I could tell my words affected him. I guess it was too much for a man like him, under the trap of his own starvation.

He grasped my chin. "When you sing those words to my ears, you’ll be wrecked, as it becomes the only thing you think and breathe."

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