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.

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It was Sienna's first time, and she didn't dare to open her eyes.

Daniel's touch and kisses evoked tingling sensations, causing shivers to run down her spine. This new and unfamiliar feeling completely captivated her.

She bit her lower lip tightly, suppressing the urge to moan, mumbling softly in agreement.

But regardless of Sienna's consent at that moment, Daniel couldn't contain his desires any longer. He hastened his pace, stripping away their clothes.

When their skin made contact, it was like dry wood meeting a blazing 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 with each passing second.

"Sisi," Daniel murmured in his husky, magnetic voice.

Sienna felt her body being 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 wrist, pinning it against the headboard. He silenced any potential cries by sealing her lips with his own.

Gradually, he entered her.

Sienna winced in agony, her eyes forced open as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her body trembled with pain as she struggled against him, emitting a soft, choked whimper from her throat.

She wanted to cry out, to fight, to scream for him to stop.

"Daniel, please, let me go!" she pleaded silently.

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

Now, Sienna finally understood why Daniel had rejected her offer to administer the antidote when he was drugged before.

Even without the influence of drugs, it was too overwhelming for her to handle.

Initially, Daniel was incredibly gentle, moving so slowly that it drove him to the brink of madness. He forcibly suppressed all his impulses, all to let Sienna adjust.

The woman he loved, shy and beautiful, with her soft and voluptuous body in his embrace, left him feeling overwhelmed and infatuated, unable to restrain his desires.

With each passing moment, his indulgence grew, pushing the limits of self-control.

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"I'm sorry, Sisi..." Daniel whispered repeatedly in Sienna's ear after the fact.

During the ordeal, he had brought tears to her eyes.

Sienna wasn't someone who cried easily, but Daniel had pushed her beyond her limits.

The pain became excruciating, and she reached her breaking point.

Despite her pleas and cries of anguish, Daniel showed no signs of stopping. While he apologized, he seemed oblivious to her desperate appeals.

In fact, he appeared entirely indifferent to her emotions.

Sienna had once believed that sex was a beautiful, intimate experience. Yet, she now realized that it had been nothing but pain all along!

A tearing, piercing sensation that she never wanted to endure again.

Closing her tear-filled eyes, Sienna turned away from Daniel. She tightly clutched her blanket, feigning sleep, as waves of soreness emanated from between her legs.

The whole ordeal left her utterly drained, the pain too excruciating to bear. Gradually, she drifted into a hazy state of unconsciousness.