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 too

Sienna's first time, and she didn't

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

lip tightly, suppressing the urge to moan, mumbling softly in

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

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

consumed by sensation, hovering on the edge of

murmured in his

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

gripped Sienna's wrist, pinning it against the headboard. He silenced any potential cries by sealing her lips with his

Gradually, he entered her.

agony, her eyes forced open as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her body trembled with pain as she struggled

to fight, to scream for him

let me go!" she pleaded

muffling her voice.

rejected her offer to administer

the influence of drugs, it was

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

and beautiful, with her soft and voluptuous body in his embrace, left him feeling overwhelmed

each passing moment, his indulgence grew, pushing