The Wrong Woman

Chapter 803

Daniel's kisses were unlike any Sienna had experienced before—deep, consuming, almost devouring, with a sense of plunder.

She couldn't help but sense his desire, feeling his tense body tremble ever so slightly.

No matter how insecure or scared she felt, Sienna couldn't change the fact that she was Daniel Morrison's wife.

This was an inevitable path she had to tread.

Daniel's kisses were no longer satisfied with just Sienna's lips. They traveled to her neck, ran across her shoulder, and then gently brushed her earlobe.

His voice, rough and intimate, whispered, "Don't be afraid, Sisi."

Sienna's breathing grew erratic, her nervous hands clutching the bedsheets.

The sound from the movie abruptly faded into silence, and the projection screen dimmed, plunging the room into darkness.

A faint glow filtered through the curtains, casting a murky, shadowy atmosphere over the space.

Despite the darkness, Daniel's kisses persisted. Slowly and tentatively, he began to remove her clothes. In a gentle voice, he asked, "Are you okay with this?"

Sienna bashfully closed her eyes, turning her head to avoid facing him. Her cheeks flushed red, her skin warm and quivering, while her chest rose and fell rhythmically with each breath.

her

time, and she

tingling sensations, causing shivers to run down her spine. This new and unfamiliar feeling completely captivated

tightly, suppressing the urge to moan, mumbling softly

consent at that moment, Daniel couldn't contain his desires any longer. He hastened his pace, stripping away

with each touch. They became entangled in a passionate embrace, lost in the intensity

her body was consumed by sensation, hovering on

murmured in his husky, magnetic

foreplay that heightened

the headboard. He silenced any potential cries by

Gradually, he entered her.

in agony, her eyes forced open as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her body trembled with pain as she struggled against him, emitting a soft, choked whimper from

to cry out, to fight,

please, let me go!" she pleaded

muffling her voice. Her whimper

offer

influence of drugs, it was too overwhelming for her to

him to the brink

woman he loved, shy and beautiful, with her soft and voluptuous body in his embrace, left him feeling overwhelmed and infatuated,

his indulgence grew,