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

to let anyone think she

hit the table with a thud, a grunt

gaze had melted into something more

him, brushed the strands of hair from her flushed face, her expression of confidence leaving no room for

the moment, but her eyes, always unyielding,

charge! Her fingers danced from his throat along his torso, tracing the chiseled

sculptor's dream: lean, powerful,

V.

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

leaned towards him and kissed him again, while her hands moved methodically to

tore at the fabric, her palms resting in

reins, had never

resisting, he

to her waist as if he

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

head and kissed him delicately from his neck to his

the night blurred into fragments in her

she remembered was the sensation of being caught in a violent storm, tossed about by

the only thing he could focus

you doing, he

hasn't worn

the drug.

are you, an animal? And stop biting

.

.

The night continued in a

Allison noticed something hard digging into her

he reached out and his fingers curled around the cold

been at his waist; danger had been his silent

eyes drifting to the intricate designs

a broken record, unable to hold

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