The Wrong Woman

Daniel pressed Sienna down beneath him. Her struggles only made things harder for him. Gradually, he pulled away from her lips and planted kisses along her fair neck.

She gasped for air and whimpered softly. Terrified and shaking, she closed her eyes and pleaded tearfully, "Daniel, please stop."

"Sienna, I love you," Daniel whispered as he kissed her ear. His voice was as deep and alluring as aged wine.

Sienna felt as if electric currents surged through her entire body wherever his lips and hands had touched. It left her feeling numb and weak.

She was trembling with fear, yet deep down, she couldn't deny a sense of longing. Eventually, she stopped struggling and leaned her body toward him.

Before falling in love, Sienna had firmly believed in waiting until marriage for sex. However, overwhelmed by her deep love for him, her physical desires overtook her sense of reason. Sienna eased her tense body. She bit her lip to stifle any moans of pleasure caused by the strange feelings sweeping through her body.

Just as she was about to succumb to the desire Daniel had sparked in her, he suddenly stopped.

Daniel leaned his head against Sienna's shoulder while gasping for air. Slowly, his hands withdrew beneath her clothes and smoothed out her disheveled attire.

"I'm sorry, Sienna," Daniel whispered, his voice filled with anguish as he battled his desires. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

When his rationality returned, he wished

up to? Was this behavior acceptable? How had he almost lost control

jerk... I'm sorry." Daniel's voice shook as he rose to his feet. Breathing heavily, he rushed to the bathroom and

fell, her breathing erratic as she blinked at the ceiling. Remaining still, she regained her

the intensity of being kissed and touched by the man she loved. She had never felt anything like it before. She felt as if she had stumbled upon a whole new

desires surged within her, though she felt bashful about acknowledging them. Still, she couldn't deny how

some time, Sienna regained her composure. She rose from the couch, ran her fingers through her

outside the door, the sound of the shower from

knock but hesitated. She couldn't summon the courage to do so. Her hand lingered in front of the door before

him that he didn't need to carry such heavy burdens, that her fear

emerged. The tension in the air felt awkward and loaded, leaving

quietly slipped

the gate, she flagged down a cab. Once she was inside, she sent a message

a break and calm down. I'm on my way