Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 302: Allison and Kellan were completely lost in each other.

If their first encounter on the cruise had been a spontaneous one-night affair, this time they were consciously shattering every boundary.

Kellan was no longer content with just having sex on the bed.

The floor, the wide windows, the sleek leather sofa all had become their battlegrounds.

He pressed Allison against the cold, frosted glass, savoring the tremors that ran through her.

Outside, the lively music pulsed, its rhythm a stark contrast to the feverish urgency that drove them inside.

This was different from before.

Their passion flared and escalated into something raw and untamed.

As Kellan carried her to the bed, Allison wrapped her legs around his waist, a thrill coursing through her as if she might topple at any moment.

They were engulfed by heat, limbs entwined, bodies locked in an unrelenting embrace.

Even with the air conditioning blasting, beads of sweat dotted Kellans forehead.

Once he started, he was insatiable.

Every kiss, every surge of pleasure in the dark was under his precise, unyielding control.

He held her close, guiding her onto the bed, and as Allisons tousled hair brushed against her collarbone, she arched back, her arms loosely draped around his neck.

Youre going too deep, Allison gasped.

She knew Kellan was strong, but feeling it, experiencing it like this while completely conscious, was something else entirely.

He played her body like a finely tuned instrument, coaxing out every gasp, every shudder.

Her breath hitched, growing erratic.

She pushed against his chest, but Kellans grip tightened, dominance radiating from him.

and unrestrained desire crashed

surrendered to the frenzy again

herself on top, her hand wrapped around his neck while

move, or I wont be able

the intensity in his gaze

to admit that Allison

shoulders, the fabric bunched at her waist,

murmured, her voice

husky laugh vibrated against her skin, a sound

again, reaching a fever

yanked off his tie and blindfolded

down, she kissed the small mole on

see a thing, he was completely enraptured, caught in a

kept or how many

then, he was hers

was almost midnight, and the door to the

Kellan finally stirred, he saw Allison standing barefoot by the balcony, leaning casually against the

between her fingers, the

curled into the air, drifting away as Allison stared out at the

cigarette of his own, lighting it from the

side, wordlessly

were awake so

Yeah.

hanging loosely around

she didnt seem to

The galas over.

auctions about

on her, noting the faint marks left on her collarbone a testament to

it wasnt just Allison

own skin was littered with

you planning

Clarke? Of course.

here, Allison replied, her voice soft and