Chapter 86

Picasso's kiss didn't take long to become fiery. Because I really wanted it. Even though I have nothing to forget. Even though she was just a woman with desires and who found herself in love with her enemy. I wanted him, and he kept wanting me the same way. Picasso leaned me against the wall, separating our lips to kiss me on the side of my neck.

I panted softly to his touch, losing strength in my legs and keeping my eyes closed as my chaos gave way to pleasure. A lightning bolt fell on my body, warming and shaking each nervous region, sending spasms to that region in my womb. I moaned softly, opening my hand against his abdomen, feeling his muscles rigid and attractive. The warmth of Picasso's skin left me lost in that whirlpool of emotions.

With a skillful movement, Picasso lifted me up on his lap, still touching my neck with caresses of his lips. He took us back to his room, laid me on his bed, and patiently took off my lingerie. Be naked again in front