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.

unrestrained desire crashed over them

to the frenzy again and

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

or I wont be

his gaze sending another jolt of electricity through

had to admit that Allison

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

Cant handle it? she murmured, her voice

her skin, a sound that

again, reaching a

yanked off

she kissed the small

was completely enraptured, caught in a whirlwind of sensations hed

kept or how

he was hers willingly,

was almost midnight, and the door

Allison standing barefoot by the

nearly burnt-out cigarette dangled between her fingers, the

air, drifting away as Allison

reached for a cigarette of his own, lighting it from the burning

stood side by side, wordlessly

were awake so

Yeah.

the fabric hanging loosely around her,

she didnt

The galas over.

the auctions

noting the faint marks left on her collarbone a

just Allison who bore those

with

planning

Clarke? Of course.

Allison replied, her voice