Trapped I can't escape from the Billionaire
Chapter 112

Letta could feel his hand gradually moving up, caressing her long legs, causing her to startle as Marco suddenly pulled her and seated her on the accessory table behind her. "Is it alright for me to sit here?" Letta asked, gazing at Marco, now at eye level with her.

"Why not? It'll make our game easier," Marco replied, whispering right in front of her face. Letta then closed her eyes. Just hearing her husband's deep voice made her entire body react. Following that, Letta returned Marco's intense gaze. Lowering her hand, she caressed the side of Marco's neck, causing him to shut his eyes. He felt Letta's gentle touch, one he had never experienced before, not since she lost her memory.

Marco could sense Letta drawing closer, still moving her fingers precisely on his nape, making him feel Letta's lips delicately and carefully pressing against his own. How the woman who now occupied his heart desired him, until Marco finally returned the kiss Letta had given. Letta untangled their lips, causing Marco to furrow his brow.

"Why?" Marco asked, making Letta shake her head.

"I don't know how, I'm afraid I'll get it wrong if I do," Letta replied, prompting Marco to smile, gently stroking the corner of his lips.

"There's nothing wrong with what you're about to do. I'm glad you're treating me like this. I want you to do whatever you want with me. I want you to desire me as much as I desire you," Marco said, leaving Letta silent, as if digesting Marco's words.

"Like how I always want to touch you at any moment, but now I truly have to restrain myself and not let my wild side surface, because I don't want to hurt you or our baby," Marco continued, finally making Letta smile.

"So if I want you, I can let my wild side loose?" Letta asked, making Marco chuckle, imagining the wild behavior they possessed. Even just to kiss her, it seemed like he was completely inexperienced, and I, Devia. "You can let it out and not hold back in the slightest," Marco said, making Letta smile again.

"No, do as you please," Marco said, leaving Letta silent, pondering with her eyes.

"Then what should I do?" Letta asked, making Marco smirk.

"Aren't you the one wanting to unleash your wild side?" Marco asked again.

"Does it have to be now?" Letta asked, causing Marco to nod.

"It seems we have to postpone it because we have to go to the hospital, right?" Letta said.

"I already told you I can call the doctor here or have them wait at the hospital until we arrive," Marco replied, making Letta nod. Letta couldn't doubt the strength her husband possessed, until she fell silent again, leaving Marco waiting for what his wife would do to him. Did she really have the wildness he imagined, or was it just the adorable behavior that Marco had seen so far, he pondered.

The next moment, Letta leaned in, their lips meeting as before. It was just tenderness, a sweet sensation that Marco felt. Not the passionate kiss he had imagined, but for some reason, Marco didn't feel disappointed. This was Letta, this was the Letta he desired, he thought. The next moment that startled Marco a bit was when Letta suddenly pressed her palm against his top, her gentle palm now in contact with his abdominal muscles, causing Marco to fall silent.

Instead of responding to Letta's kiss, Marco remained still, feeling Letta trailing her fingers along his abdomen, heating up his entire body, even with just that simple touch. The next moment, Letta really pulled at his top, making Marco draw closer, slipping his hand into the curve of Letta's neck, taking control of the game this time.

Marco kissed her greedily, making it hard for Letta to even breathe, but he didn't give her any space. Playing with his tongue, kissing her fervently, a gasp escaped Letta's lips, and it sounded exquisite. But Marco managed to refrain from hurting Letta, until he saw her grip growing stronger. Only then did Marco release their lip lock, observing Letta catching her breath, her lips now visibly reddened, leaving Marco unsatisfied with just that.

"Did I hurt you?" Marco asked, making Letta shake her head.

"No, I just feel like there's something different," Letta replied, causing Marco to furrow his brow.

"Different in what way?" Marco inquired.

"It seems like I feel my body temperature rising again, it feels very strong, I can't even normalize my breathing," Letta said, letting Marco know that his wife couldn't hold back what she wanted right now. Marco reached out his hand to Letta's neck with his thumb, causing Letta to close her eyes. Her whole body seemed to be shocked by thousands of volts of electricity. Even if she stood up, her knees might not be able to support her body, finally making Marco bow his head again, pressing firmly against her neck.

At that moment, Letta truly felt something wanting to burst out from inside her stomach, with a pleasant tingling sensation. Her increasingly rapid breaths right next to Marco's face made him even more powerless to hold back what he was feeling, until finally Marco pressed their lips together again, kissing her forcefully, as if he really wanted to devour her completely.

Not only that, the dress that had previously not clung perfectly made Marco not want to tidy it up now either. As Marco continued to lift the dress Letta was wearing, gently stroking her thigh, Letta flinched slightly when Marco caressed her round belly. But that wasn't the only goal for Marco, as his hand traced the sensitive side covering, Letta widened her eyes, but still reciprocated everything Marco gave. Until Letta was truly surprised and slightly startled, pushing Marco away when she felt her core being touched slowly by Marco.

"Am I hurting you?" Marco asked again, making Letta shake her head, with sweat already dampening the side of her face.

"No, you never hurt me. It's just that I'm not familiar with what we're doing right now, I don't know what this tingling sensation is, but this is truly the first time," Letta said, making Marco smile again. Of course, this wasn't the first time for Letta. They had done it very often. In other words, maybe Marco had done it to Letta many times, but in her memory now, this was new for Letta, making Marco reach out his hand and stroke Letta's face with his other hand still on his lap. "Do you believe that I will never hurt you in the slightest?" Marco asked, making Letta nod her head.

"For that, can you let me do anything? I really can't help but touch you right now, I can feel the frustration," Marco said with a serious face, while looking into Letta's eyes. Letta could only nod her head. Letta seemed to believe that whatever Marco was about to do would never hurt her or their baby."