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.

wildness, and unrestrained desire crashed over

surrendered to the frenzy again

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

wont be able to

his gaze sending another jolt of electricity

admit that

her dress had slipped off her shoulders, the fabric bunched

murmured, her voice both

vibrated against her skin, a sound

again, reaching

hesitation, Allison yanked off his

down, she kissed the small mole on his

he was completely enraptured, caught in a whirlwind of sensations

how many secrets Allison kept or how many

then, he was hers willingly,

the charity gala ended, it was almost midnight, and the door to the lounge hadnt opened in

standing barefoot by the balcony,

between her fingers, the last embers glowing faintly

thin wisp of smoke curled into the air, drifting away as Allison stared out at the moonlit horizon,

a cigarette of his own, lighting it from

side,

were awake so

Yeah.

shirt, the fabric hanging loosely around

she didnt seem

The galas over.

auctions about to

noting the faint marks left on her collarbone a

truth, it wasnt just Allison

was littered with

you planning to attend,

Clarke? Of course.

here, Allison replied, her voice