Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Letta had just put Freya in her crib when Marco walked over. Marco, with the fresh scent of soap from his recent shower, wafted into Letta’s senses, causing her to turn around as he embraced her.

“Hey, your body is still wet, at least dry off first,” Letta said, causing Marco to seem reluctant to release his hold on his wife, and the next moment, Letta’s eyes widened as she felt Marco lean into the nape of her neck and sensed his soft, cool lips pressing against her skin. She gazed at her husband.

“Why?” Letta asked, surprised by Marco’s sudden action.

“It’s just that I miss you,” Marco replied, causing Letta to pull at the corner of her lips.

“Didn’t I go anywhere?” Letta retorted, prompting Marco to straighten up and pull Letta into his embrace.

“Yes, you didn’t go anywhere, but I miss our togetherness,” Marco said, making Letta fall silent, savoring her husband’s gaze, which was now fixed on her. Letta began to understand what Marco meant, as ever since Freya arrived, they had rarely spent time alone. Letta’s time was fully consumed by their little daughter, while Marco was busy stabilizing his company after Jacob and Carlos slowly withdrew from all the chaos they had caused. The time they spent together was only when Marco returned from the office and rested at home, but even then, they didn’t talk much, as most nights Letta had to take care of the sometimes fussy Freya. Hence, they rarely spent time as they used to.

“I apologize for my time being fully consumed by Freya,” Letta said with a remorseful look, prompting Marco to reach out and gently stroke Letta’s face.

“You don’t need to apologize because what you’re doing is taking care of our child, but for some reason, I feel foolish for complaining like this,” Marco said, making Letta smile.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Well, I know too, because lately we have been busy with our own affairs and couldn’t spend time together,” Letta said, with Marco agreeing with her.

“So, isn’t Freya already asleep now?” Marco said, causing Letta to turn to the baby’s crib, where Freya had just fallen asleep soundly. Letta then looked back at Marco, nodding her head.

“Yes, Ijust put her to sleep,” Letta answered, making Marco smile even wider.

“That means we can spend some time together,” Marco said, making Letta shrug casually. Letta had almost forgotten the last time they had been intimate or spent time alone. After Freya’s birth, now three months old, they hadn’t done anything that felt intimate, causing Letta to fall silent as she felt Marco’s face getting closer.

“Dry your body first, you might catcha cold,” Letta said, holding Marco’s shoulder, making Marco shake his head. Letta was about to respond to Marco’s words when Marco immediately pressed his lips to Letta’s. While they often engaged in sweet kisses like this, when it came to going further, Marco always restrained himself, afraid that he might desire more from Letta. Taking care of Freya, Marco knew it wasn’t easy, especially since it was Letta’s first experience, and he didn’t want to make things difficult for her. But after three months had passed, it seemed that Letta was also getting used to it, and Freya wasn’t too fussy either. For Marco, perhaps it was time for him to have some time to himself as a husband.

Marco then reached out, pressing Letta’s nape even deeper to deepen their kiss, causing Letta to grip Marco’s shoulders tightly as she felt Marco slipping his tongue through the parting of her lips, entwining with each other, eventually causing Letta to wrap her arms around Marco even tighter. Marco was right, his body temperature started to rise, but what slightly surprised Letta was something stirring down there between them.

Letta had also realized that Marco didn’t just want sweet kisses like this, but more, and it seemed that Letta had to be ready to satisfy her husband. Marco then pulled Letta’s waist and led her to the side of the bed, gently laying her down, making Letta prepared to accept whatever Marco was going to do. As Marco started slipping his hand beneath Letta”s clothing, Letta flinched slightly when she felt the cold hand on her stomach, caressing her slowly, until it eventually moved to both of her sensitive sides.

“Don’t press too hard,” Letta said, causing Marco’s movements to halt. Marco had forgotten that her current condition didn’t allow her to be treated however he pleased, as both of her sensitive areas now fully belonged to Freya.

“I forgot,” Marco said with a smile in between their kisses. Marco then released their lip lock, moving to the nape of Letta’s neck, planting gentle kisses, leaving a mark. Letta could already feel her body growing warmer, and she could only embrace Marco, reaching out to stroke her husband’s damp and refreshing hair that she could smell.

“Can we do it now?” Marco asked, making Letta go silent before nodding her head.

“Yes, maybe we should do it now. I’m sorry, I didn’t have much time for you before,” Letta said again, making Marco look at her witha sparkling gaze, as if he was looking at Letta like a long-awaited dish. Marco reconnected their lips, savoring the sweetness of his wife’s lips. However, when Marco was about to remove Letta’s bathrobe, the sound of their little daughter’s crying suddenly made Marco halt everything they were doing.

Letta widened her eyes, as did Marco, who immediately straightened his body, gazing towards Freya, who had started crying loudly. “Didn’t she just drink breast milk?” Marco said, making Letta nod her head. “Yes, she always feels hungry all the time,” Letta said, starting to tidy her hair before getting up from the bed and walking towards Freya’s crib. Meanwhile, Marco took a deep breath, roughly rubbing his face. He then looked at the bathrobe he was wearing, even though he was fully ready to continue, but it seemed that their little daughter didn’t allow him to touch her mother, Marco thought.

Letta then lifted Freya onto the bed and offered her the breast, leaving Marco to sigh deeply as he saw Letta’s sensitive areas, which somehow looked even more tempting. “Can I try another one?” Marco asked, making Letta widen her eyes.

“Oh come on, don’t joke, this is for Freya,” Letta said, making Marco finally walk over to his wife and child. “Darling, can your dad have a little taste? Come on, share a bit,” Marco said, making Freya just stare at her father. Meanwhile, Letta began to smile.

“Just a little longer, wait until Freya falls back asleep,” Letta said, making Marco look at Letta with a pout. “Come on, darling, I’m more than ready, and I can’t possibly wait that long. We don’t know how long Freya will sleep. Do I really have to go back to the bathroom and take a cold shower?” Marco asked, making Letta look at him with a pleading look. After Freya woke up, Letta also couldn’t predict when their little daughter would fall asleep again, especially since they always felt that Freya was hungry at any moment.

“I beg you, please be patient a little longer,” Letta said, finally making Marco sigh deeply and nod his head.

“Okay, for our beloved daughter, I’m willing to give in. I’ll just take another shower,” Marco said, finally turning around and walking back towards the bathroom to calm himself down, realizing he really had to be patient again.