Trapped I can't escape from the Billionaire

Marco then lifted his body, spreading Letta's legs as he prepared to unite their cores. Letta immediately gripped anything on both sides as she felt something tightening within her. Slowly, Marco pushed, gazing at Letta, who was now arching her back with closed eyes.

It was no longer force or violence exerted by Marco, only gentleness and slowness that he always gave. Letta could stare into Marco's eyes, now full of passion, both consumed by their desire for each other. Letta tried to steady her breath as Marco reunited their lips, moving down there. Letta could only clutch Marco's waist as the movements grew deeper, as if perfectly reaching her core.

Letta didn't expect that the sensation of their skins touching each other would be so intoxicating, when Letta could feel Marco's gentle breath caressing her face. Letta didn't expect to feel so delicately treated, touched with tenderness and caution.

Then Letta resumed their kiss as Marco leaned on both sides of his elbows to normalize his movements, while Letta caressed her husband's firm jaw as she felt her core getting tighter. Letta could also feel the sweat dampening Marco's face, which she gently stroked.

Finally, Marco tried to reverse their position. Now Letta was in control on top, allowing Marco to freely touch every inch of Letta's skin, while Letta moved according to her own desires on Marco's body.

It was the first time Letta did this willingly, moving on top of the man who had hurt her all this time. But for now, for some reason, Letta didn't want to think about all that. Letta also wanted to feel how pleasurable it was when they merged with each other. Letta moved agilely on top of Marco, making Marco groan as Letta strongly felt his core.

Marco slightly raised his body, reaching for Letta's nape, reuniting their lips, and slipping his tongue in forcefully. His other hand played with both of her sensitive sides, making Letta move even faster. Groans rang in her ears, making Letta release beautiful moans as Marco moved along. Letta hugged Marco again and scratched his back, making Marco accelerate his movements.

Marco then lifted Letta's waist, positioning her with her back to him. From there, Marco could see how Letta's back shimmered with sweat, observing how the back of Letta looked equally beautiful. Marco began to lift Letta and reunited their cores, making long sighs heard as Marco once again filled her core, which now felt so tight and deep, especially now when it seemed like Marco couldn't control himself anymore.

Marco moved rapidly behind Letta, causing her whole body to move quickly, even making Letta moan loudly as her core pulsed again. This made Marco's core clench so tightly, and Marco felt an extraordinary pleasure as his core became even slicker and stronger.

The moans and groans that intertwined in the room made them unable to contain their rising body temperature. This led them to release their union, and Letta faced him again without any instructions. Marco re-entered her, moving above Letta while continuing to kiss her cheeks, neck, and the hollow of her throat. His hands explored every part of Letta's body without missing a spot.

Letta then pulled Marco's nape as something surged in her stomach, as if thousands of butterflies were trying to break free. She bit her lower lip, fully enjoying the sensation. As Marco's muscular body continued to move rapidly above her, Letta felt herself floating in the pleasure Marco was providing. Letta didn't know the condition of her body, seeing red marks left by Marco as something not repulsive to her this time.

Marco's gentle touch no longer felt rough, until Marco pulled Letta's waist and balanced their movements. Their groans grew stronger, their movements faster, and the next moment, they both reached the peak simultaneously. Marco continued to release his fluid inside Letta until it filled the base of Letta's thighs.

They both tried to regulate their breaths. Letta positioned her body sideways, feeling the exhaustion from that extraordinary pleasure. The next moment, she felt pulled into a warm embrace.

"Sleep, you must be tired," Marco said. Letta couldn't respond, but she felt Marco's kiss on the top of her head. Marco kissed Letta's exposed neck and shoulder. Letta felt a thick blanket covering their bodies. Marco's large hands encircling her waist made Letta quickly fall asleep, just like Marco who held Letta close to his body, inhaling her scent around him. They were both hypnotized by the long, warm night, reluctant to be disturbed. Regular breaths began to be heard from Marco and Letta as time passed.

The sun began to rise, and the sound of birds could be heard in Marco's ears through the gap in the bedroom window. The servants had begun to bustle, making Marco feel different from before when he opened his eyes. Marco stared at the ceiling of his room, trying to focus, and realized that Letta was not by his side. He jolted slightly, looking around, seeing his scattered clothes, but no sign of Letta's clothes or her scent. Marco felt annoyed for not catching Letta's scent when he first woke up.