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.

leaving her too nervous

was Sienna's first time, and she didn't dare to open

shivers to run down her spine. This new and unfamiliar

suppressing the urge to moan, mumbling softly

of Sienna's consent at that moment, Daniel couldn't contain his desires

a blazing fire, igniting with each touch. They became

her body was consumed by sensation, hovering on the edge

murmured in his

in long, intense foreplay that heightened her desire to its peak. She

it against the headboard. He silenced any potential

Gradually, he entered her.

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

to cry out, to fight, to scream

please, let me go!"

voice. Her whimper turned

had rejected her offer to administer

influence of drugs, it was too overwhelming for

him to the brink of madness. He forcibly suppressed

and voluptuous body in his embrace, left him feeling overwhelmed and infatuated, unable to restrain his

each passing moment, his indulgence