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.

she tightened her grip around his neck and placed her other hand

to let anyone

a thud, a grunt escaping his

had melted into something

who was now straddling him, brushed the strands of hair from her flushed face, her expression of confidence leaving

the effort of the moment, but her eyes, always unyielding,

from his throat along his torso, tracing the

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

V.

each other, but at that

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

and tore at the fabric, her palms resting in the

the reins, had never

instead of resisting, he let

to her waist as if he

dim light like an artist's muse, each movement bringing them

leaned her head and kissed him delicately from his neck to his cheek, before placing her lips on those deep,

of the night blurred into fragments

sensation of being caught in a violent storm,

snapped back to reality for a fleeting second, and the only thing he could focus

you doing,

still hasn't worn

the drug.

What are you, an

.

.

continued in a whirlwind of desire

up, Allison noticed something

and his fingers curled around

had once been at his waist; danger had been his silent witness all

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

spun like a broken

barely illuminated by the thin rays of light that filtered