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.

first time, and she didn't dare to

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

the urge to moan,

that moment, Daniel couldn't contain his desires any longer. He hastened

fire, igniting with each touch. They became entangled in a passionate embrace, lost in the intensity of the moment. Sienna's mind went blank, yet her body was consumed by sensation, hovering on the edge of desire

murmured in his

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 own.

cheeks. Her body

out, to fight,

please, let me

deepened, muffling her voice. Her

understood why Daniel had rejected her offer to

influence of drugs, it was too overwhelming for her to

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

with her soft and voluptuous body in his embrace,

each passing moment, his indulgence grew, pushing the

sorry, Sisi..." Daniel whispered repeatedly in

ordeal, he had brought