The Wrong Woman

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. Anxiety overwhelmed her, leaving her too nervous to speak.

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

shivers to run down her spine. This new and

lower lip tightly, suppressing the

at that moment, Daniel couldn't contain his

fire, igniting with each touch. They became entangled in a passionate embrace, lost in the intensity of the moment.

murmured in his husky, magnetic

engaging in long, intense foreplay that heightened her desire to its peak. She completely surrendered, eagerly responding to his every move. Suddenly, Daniel firmly gripped Sienna's wrist, pinning it against the headboard. He silenced any potential cries by sealing her lips with his

winced in agony, her eyes forced open as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her body trembled with

to fight,

please, let me go!" she pleaded

his kiss deepened, muffling her voice. Her whimper turned into a choked

rejected her offer to

the influence of drugs, it was too overwhelming for

drove him to the Brink of madness. He forcibly suppressed all his impulse, all to let

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

passing moment, his indulgence

whispered repeatedly in

the ordeal, he had brought tears