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.

his neck and placed her

wasn't one to let anyone think she

a grunt escaping

had melted into

the strands of hair from her flushed

chest heaved with the effort of the moment, but her eyes, always unyielding, remained

danced from his throat along his torso,

sculptor's

V.

were both using each other, but at that

towards him and kissed him again, while her

at the fabric, her palms resting

reins, had never

instead of resisting, he

clung to her waist as if he could somehow make

an artist's muse, each movement bringing them closer

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

blurred into fragments in her

being caught in a violent storm, tossed about by

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

doing, he heard himself

still hasn't

the drug.

What are you, an animal? And stop biting

.

.

there, idiot! The night continued in

woke up, Allison noticed something hard digging into her

curled around the

just inches from the dagger that had once been at his

to sit up, his eyes drifting to

moment, his thoughts spun like a broken record, unable

light that filtered through the heavy curtains, seemed