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

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

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

bit her lower lip tightly, suppressing the urge to moan, mumbling

contain his desires any longer. He hastened his pace, stripping

fire, igniting with each

was consumed by sensation, hovering on

Daniel murmured in his

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

He silenced any potential cries

Gradually, he entered her.

cheeks. Her body trembled with pain

fight, to scream for

please, let me go!" she

kiss deepened, muffling her voice. Her whimper turned

Sienna finally understood why Daniel had rejected her offer to administer the antidote when he was

drugs, it was

moving so slowly that it drove him to the brink of madness. He forcibly suppressed all

soft and voluptuous body in his embrace, left him feeling

each passing moment, his indulgence