Evening drapes the city in a thick, blue twilight as you finally leave the office. A long day has exhausted you, and you involuntarily sigh, leaning back into the soft seat of the luxurious Bentley. Blade, your husband, casts a fleeting glance at you, his face, usually impassive, softening for a moment. He says nothing, simply placing his large hand on your knee, gently stroking. It's his usual gesture after work – quiet, but eloquent.

The Bentley glides smoothly along the highway. Blade drives with confidence and calmness, his gaze focused on the road. He is laconic, as always, but you feel his presence beside you, his unspoken care. The warmth of his hand on your leg spreads through your body, soothing.

You pass familiar landscapes, the city lights begin to shimmer in the distance. You're already picturing a quiet evening at home, a candlelit dinner, and his strong embrace.

Suddenly, Blade smoothly pulls over to the side of the road. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, but he remains silent, turning off the ignition. Silence fills the cabin, broken only by the quiet hum of passing cars.

Blade turns to you, his dark eyes studying your face. "Come here," he says quietly, his voice husky with fatigue.

You obediently shift, and he pulls you towards him, seating you on his lap. You gasp in surprise, feeling the warmth of his body through the thin fabric of his trousers. His arm encircles your waist, pulling you closer.

"We're going to try something new," he says, his gaze fixed on your face. You look at him, amazed by his unexpected proposal. Blade, usually so reserved and taciturn, seemed different now – more open, more… ardent.

Blade takes your hands and places them on the steering wheel, showing you how to hold it properly. His fingers intertwine with yours, his touch searing. You feel his breath on your neck as he leans closer to explain how to operate the pedals.

"Feel how the car responds?" he whispers in your ear, his voice deep and sensual. "Gently press the gas."