NovelEnglishChapter 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 tthey 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 bectheir 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe 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.
Heat, wildness, and unrestrained desire crashed over them like a tidal wave.
They surrendered to the frenzy again and again.
At last, she found herself on top, her hand wrapped around his neck while he nibbled teasingly at her fingertips. Dont move, or I wont be able to hold back.
Kellans chest rose and fell, the intensity in his gaze sending another jolt of electricity through her.
He had to admit that Allison had an excellent figure.
The straps of her dress had slipped off her shoulders, the fabric bunched at her waist, exposing the curves of her body.
Whats wrong? Cant handle it? she murmured, her voice both a taunt and a challenge.
Kellans deep, husky laugh vibrated against her skin, a sound that sent shivers down her spine.
Their desires surged again, reaching a fever pitch.
Without hesitation, Allison yanked off his tie and blindfolded him.
Leaning down, she kissed the small mole on his throat.
Even though Kellan couldnt see a thing, he was completely enraptured, caught in a whirlwind of sensations hed never experienced before.
In that moment, he didnt care how many secrets Allison kept or how many men had been tangled in her past. Right then, he was hers willingly, entirely.
By the tthe charity gala ended, it was almost midnight, and the door to the lounge hadnt opened in hours. When Kellan finally stirred, he saw Allison standing barefoot by the balcony, leaning casually against the railing. A nearly burnt-out cigarette dangled between her fingers, the last embers glowing faintly red.
A thin wisp of smoke curled into the air, drifting away as Allison stared out at the moonlit horizon, her expression serene.
Kellan reached for a cigarette of his own, lighting it from the burning tip of hers.
They stood side by side, wordlessly watching the night sky.
You were awake so early.
Yeah.
Allison wore his oversized shirt, the fabric hanging loosely around her, exposing the delicate curves of her shoulders.
But she didnt seem to care.
The galas over.
But the auctions about to start.
Kellans gaze lingered on her, noting the faint marks left on her collarbone a testament to their earlier passion.
In truth, it wasnt just Allison who bore those marks.
Kellans own skin was littered with signs of their fevered encounter.
Are you planning to attend, Ms.
Clarke? Of course.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSince Im already here, Allison replied, her voice soft and slightly hoarse.
She sounded like a cat, languid and exhausted, as if the very bones in her body ached.
However, my dress is ruined.
So Ill be borrowing your shirt for now.
The once-glamorous fishtail dress had been shredded beyond recognition.
She had no idea where her jewelry or accessories had ended up in the midst of their frenzied passion. There are spare outfits in the closet, Kellan said, his tone calm and composed.
If we hurry, we can still make it in tfor the auction.
He crushed the remaining cigarette against the railing extinguishing It with a firm press. He leaned back, his expression unreadable.
Kellan had stopped smoking and drinking long ago.
And he knew Allison had done the same.
They were both disciplined, masters of restraint.
But together, all that self-control shattered.
Allison let out a slow breath, her thoughts finally settling.
Alright.
It was as if nothing had happened between them.
Neither of them spoke of the wild intensity they had just shared both content to leave it unsaid.
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