Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Allison found herself pinned against the wide, cold table, the cold seeping into her skin as her vision swirled in a dizzying fog.

You.

.

.

She barely managed to speak before her words were swallowed by the fierce pressure of lips.

by Kellan.

He put his arm around her waist and brushed her fingers against her skin, sending an electric shock up her back.

The sensation was not only searing, it was unforgettable.

Slower, Allison whispered, her breath coming in harsh gasps, as her hand moved to the sharp contours of her waist and her fingers met the hardness beneath.

It was all fire and steel.

Impressive in every way, but he had no sense of tenderness.

But Kellan wasn't listening.

His body moved with a primal urgency, like a predator savoring its rare prey.

Moments ago, they had aimed their weapons at vital organs, but now they were entangled in a dangerous rhythm, fueled by something that consumed them much more.

Let the hate.

Don't move! His voice, rough and grave, filled the air.

His ragged breathing came in short bursts, and that command alone had enough intensity to make anyone's blood heat.

But Allison wasn't just anyone.

Orders never sat well with him.

her grip around his neck and placed her other hand

wasn't one to let anyone think

a grunt escaping

had melted into something

straddling him, brushed the strands of hair from her flushed face, her

of the moment, but her

his throat along

but his body was a sculptor's dream:

V.

but at that moment it

again, while her hands moved methodically to

mounted, she gave up patience and tore at the fabric, her palms resting in the warmth

the reins, had never experienced someone turning the

resisting, he let it

her waist as if he could somehow make

like an artist's muse, each movement bringing them closer to chaos with

her head and kissed him delicately from his neck to his cheek, before placing her lips

the night blurred into fragments in her

sensation of being caught in a violent

a fleeting second, and the only thing he could focus on

doing, he heard himself

still hasn't worn

the drug.

are you, an animal? And stop biting

.

.

The night continued in a whirlwind of desire and

noticed

fingers curled around the cold silver

was just inches from the dagger that had once been at his waist; danger had been his

forced himself to sit up, his eyes drifting to the intricate designs on

spun like a broken record, unable

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