Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

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.

tightened her grip around his neck

to let anyone think

hit the table with a thud, a grunt escaping his lips as he opened

coldness of his gaze had melted into

strands of hair from her flushed face, her expression of confidence leaving

of the moment, but her eyes, always unyielding, remained fixed

from his throat along his torso, tracing

face was partially hidden by shadows, but his body was a sculptor's dream: lean, powerful, a perfect

V.

were both using each other, but at that moment it didn't feel

him again, while her hands

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

never experienced someone turning the

instead of resisting,

hands clung to her waist as if he could somehow make

was sculpted against the dim light like an artist's muse, each movement bringing them closer to chaos with every

leaned her head and kissed him delicately from his neck to his

rest of the night blurred into fragments in her

she remembered was the sensation of being caught in

to reality for a fleeting second, and the only thing he could focus on was the starlight

doing, he heard himself

still hasn't worn

the drug.

you, an animal?

.

.

The night continued in a

finally woke up, Allison noticed

difficulty, he reached out and his fingers curled

that had once been at his waist; danger had

up, his eyes drifting to the intricate designs on the ceiling, trying

thoughts spun like a broken record, unable to hold on to