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.
