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.

overwhelmed her, leaving her too

first time, and she didn't dare to

kisses evoked tingling sensations, causing shivers to run down her spine. This new

lower lip tightly, suppressing the

that moment, Daniel couldn't contain his desires any longer. He hastened

dry wood meeting a blazing fire, igniting with each touch. They became entangled in a passionate embrace, lost in the intensity of the

sensation, hovering on the edge of desire

murmured in

kissed all over, engaging in long, intense foreplay that heightened her desire to its peak. She completely surrendered, eagerly

Daniel firmly gripped Sienna's wrist, pinning it against the headboard. He silenced any potential cries by sealing

Gradually, he entered her.

down her cheeks. Her body trembled with pain as she struggled against him, emitting a soft, choked

to fight, to scream for him to

let me go!"

muffling her voice. Her whimper turned

rejected her offer to administer the antidote

it was too overwhelming for

incredibly gentle, moving so slowly that it drove him to the brink

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

passing moment, his indulgence