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.

crashed over them like

surrendered to the frenzy again and

on top, her hand wrapped around his neck while he nibbled teasingly at her

move, or I wont be able to

rose and fell, the intensity in his gaze sending another

had to admit that

of her dress had slipped off her shoulders, the fabric bunched at her

Cant handle it? she murmured, her voice both a taunt

skin, a sound that sent shivers down

again, reaching a fever

Allison yanked off his tie

down, she kissed the small mole on his

a thing, he was completely enraptured, caught in a whirlwind of sensations hed never

that moment, he didnt care how many secrets Allison kept or how

he was hers willingly,

midnight, and the

Kellan finally stirred, he saw Allison standing barefoot by the

nearly burnt-out cigarette dangled between her

smoke curled into the air, drifting away

his own,

side by side, wordlessly watching the

were awake

Yeah.

oversized shirt, the fabric hanging loosely around her, exposing the delicate curves

she didnt seem

The galas over.

auctions about to

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

wasnt just

own skin was littered with signs of their

planning to

Clarke? Of course.

Allison replied, her voice soft