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.

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

run down her spine. This new and

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

of Sienna's consent at that moment, Daniel couldn't contain his desires any longer. He hastened

a passionate embrace, lost in the intensity of the moment. Sienna's mind went

Daniel murmured in his husky,

kissed all over, 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

streamed down her cheeks. Her body trembled with pain as she struggled

wanted to cry out, to fight, to scream for him

let me go!" she pleaded

muffling her voice. Her

rejected her offer to administer the antidote when

of drugs, it was too overwhelming for

him to the Brink of madness. He forcibly

body in his embrace, left him feeling overwhelmed and infatuated, unable

moment, his indulgence grew, pushing

whispered repeatedly in

had brought tears